Hoist the anchor
set your self adrift.
Loose the sails
let the winds lap at the white cloth.

The storm has passed
the waters calm.
The deep blue
once more at peace,
the skies reflected in the clarity.

And in the silence
In the perfect wonderful silence.
You hear it.

So deep and mellow.
Its tranquil
like a cold spring morning,
frosty air with golden sunlight
the silence unbroken.
The wind still chilled
like melted tendrils from winters grasp.

You must row out far
to where the beech trees are.
Far out into the vast blue
there you will know
exactly what you must do.
There you will find me
and there you will find you


Across the deepening sea so far
across the waters
where the beech trees are.

So row out,
row out and see,
row out and forever be.
The man who conquered the sea
the sea for me.