• There is a place beyond the sea
    A place that calls gently to me
    I stand, face to the sea, against the rail
    The wind rushes out to sails
    Speeding my mind on it's way
    To my home and another day
    The place is calling, calling me home
    Never more to wander or roam

    But I cannot yet go home
    To soft sand made wet by sea foam
    I cannot yet go to see my love
    Voice like an angel, peace like a dove
    For I must go back to land
    Back to dry, gritt sand
    But if I could fly like birds on high
    Head straight to your arms, I'd go sailing