I've been sailing 'round the world on the seven seas of sadness Where no beacon's ever lit to guide the ferries of the blind Where the navigator's captive in the mystery of his journey And the waves keep carrying me away
I've been listening to the silence of the watchman in the crow's nest in expectance of a word that could announce the sight of land And the hailing of the seagulls would release me from my voyage In the end I will come home
I've been landing in a harbour where the crooked and the blind where the restless and despaired at least could find a home Where all will be forgiven and all burden will be taken away Where I could stay
I've been walking round on docks where no fishermen arrive where there's no waiting for tomorow Only lamenting the past and I wondered if there shouldn't be a bletter place to rest After all this can't be all