This little ship must sail, it must go forth
From the familiar harbour to the lonely sea
Committed to the rhythm of the waves
The long, heartbreaking, crying of the gulls
The churning of the waters.
This little ship must say farewell to shore
Must leave behind the view of soft green hills
The peaceful ebb and flowing of the tides
The laughter of the children on the shore
The safety of its rope.
This little ship must bear its cargo forth
Not knowing if its freight has any worth
But facing down the sea-wrack and the storm
And here be dragons in uncharted places
Alone beneath the stars.