I'm drifting out to sea you know,
Out to sea to be alone.
I'm gliding through the trees that grow,
The trees that only in summers show.

I'll make myself a boat and oars,
To row across the northern shores.
I'll make myself some wings that soar,
I'll fly around forevermore.

I'm fighting a storm that will not stop,
The storm that causes my boat to rock.
I'm clashing against the winds that mock,
The winds that want my soul to drop.

I'll be capsized in the sea that's dark,
The sea that on me leaves it's mark.
I'm crashing to the forest floor,
Where I'll lay forevermore.