Give me a ship that has no rudder,
and a silver sea, to sail upon;
pack a few things to take,
and in the morning, I'll be gone.

Give me salt air and pleasant winds,
under God's blue canopy;
with breezes and the warming sun,
and clouds, for company.

Let stars be my companions,
a moon to call my own,
let the waves, lull me to sleep,
in directions I've not known.

I'll leave behind my compass,
lost in the Milky Way;
a solitary sailor,
free to go or stay.

There's a vessel in the harbor,
in the morning light- it's glowing;
and there isn't a ship, I wouldn't take,
no matter where it's going.