Lyrics by R.S.

I wish we were sailing a caravel
riding on the crest of wave
where we sail from nobody knows
or where we go to but the wind blows

Our caravel has a radar too
and a fishing net that the pikes swim through
we trim all sharp and helm a lee
And plumb the depths like fur seals

The harbor is dark and the sea is green
But our ship is just on an even keel
The world is round and we'll butterfly
Roil and splash to the other side

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