When I stand and look About the port And contemplate my life, will I Ever see my countrymen again? As the captain calls us on the deck I take my things and walk To the harbourside, I glance back One last time.
Fleeing our nation, our problems We leave behind. Ships by the tenfold sail Out on the tide. We are pleased to be out and Embracing the open sea. Free from our troubles And more free from thee.
Inheritors unfulfilled reason Behind us. We flee from what is not what Is will be. We flee the earth and face our Harsh reality. Will death be low mist that Hangs on the sea?
We run from the evil tongues, rash Judgements, selfish men Never to be seen on these Shores again.
As we sail into oceansize And lose sight of all land A face of contentment Around in the air. We're off now to Seek all our fortunes. To the land of our dreams.