I'm a man in a boat, I am sailing a new sea
I have found myself here, with the new born
staring at me like I was some tree
the trees that grow in the forest my dear
see how they blow in the wind for you,
and they will always blow for you, my dear.

She looks at me with hopeful eyes
as the storm passes and smiles, then -
that cry rings out one final time
the final time I hear it,
as I pass onto somewhere new
with a silent grin etched upon my
face, she is the hopes of all our sons
the daughter of reality reborn
to sail in the ocean with her own oars.

A free Europe, a free world.