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Farewell, I leave my native shore

Fades over the waters blue.

The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar

And shrieks the wild sea-mew.

They've told me bout the fairy

On that isle across the seas

Whereon the drowning sailors

Find rest on fragrant leas.

But if their love for troubled waters

For the unfathomed deep blue seas

Burns deep in fiery bosoms

Their hearts shall find no peace.

The smile on my face - is my last lament for the storm

The water's embrace - shall always keep me save and warm.

Lashed to the mast - the foaming waves shall guide us now

A rope round my chest - a wreath of corals on my brow.

Our sails are filled with voices

And the petrel laughs above

Far across the ghostly waters

And the oceans we shall clove.

The breeze bears our vessel

To an isle beyond the dawn

They've told me bout a fairy

But these leas shall not be found.