Far, so far away, surely you remember
Log book pages frayed
That fanned the flames of long ago —
Guttered in the grate:
Shadows in the embers….
Look away, look for home.
Voices on the air, running with the current;
Wind and tide set fair,
Ship to shore the message goes,
All in love is fair —
Across the raging torrent,
Sail away, sail for home;
Look away, look for home.
Land-locked lovers, landlub friends, in procession:
All rites of passage have an end,
Look away, sail away,
Sail your tall ship home.
We are ocean-borne, far from any harbour,
From our moorings torn,
Ghosts that fly for all we know…..
Turn to face the storm
That’s building off to starboard;
Sail away, sail for home,
Look away, look for home.
Look away in the Roaring Forties.
Land-locked lovers, littoral friends,
The succession never ends….
The spirit’s willing to carry on;
All rites of passage make us strong.
Sail away,
Sail away,
Sail your tall ship home.