Pretty bird
was flying by
I fell in love
So loved felt I
Pretty Bird Pretty bird
Singing
Jib Jib Jib
I couldn't help but
Feelin' high
I didn't know
Jib Jib Jib
I'd have to say goodbye
Pretty Bird
Pretty Bird
Sing for me again
She sparked my heart
My perfect muse
Melody of a meadowlark
I fell in love
So loved felt I
Jib Jib Jib
Gettin' high
I went crazy
For that Lady Bird
Pretty Bird

Pretty Bird Lady Bird
I believed every word
I fell in love
So loved felt I
Gettin high.

All the jibs in all the land
The cut of yours is best.
One day I chose a jib for me
And yours outshone the rest.
You said that I could borrow it
If in a bad jib rut,
And I could sail around the world
All jibby in my cut.

~~~

Far off in the distance,
a thousand dreams or so,
a winged syren beckons
of land, of hope, of home 

An alluring vision rises,
between port bow and port beam,
above the windward gunwale,
above the Devil's seam 

The main and mizzen struggle
against the howling wind,
the staysails strain
against the sheets
hauled taut and closely in 

But the course we follow
cannot reach our destination true 

We must tack and then again,
until our bow is set dead on,
and find a steady
wind and fair  
to fly above
the pounding waves,
to free the maiden's hair 

Just beyond the bowsprit,
a thousand leagues at sea,
the flying jib will lead us where
our spirits find their peace