My boat moved out to sea And friends grew small from me Waving from the shore Will I see you more? The land is misty, my eyes are too The gulls are crying for me and you.
And now the sea is all around But still above the seabirds sound Gliding round the stern When we land will they return? The land is misty, my eyes are too The gulls are crying for me and you.
My boat moved out to sea And friends grew small from me Waving from the shore Will I see you more?