Once i had this urge to go sailing
Leaving the shore in a boat of wood.
Sailing, sailing on, all alone
I will cast anchor a place where it's calm
And stay for a while
Sit back and wonder how things are down under and smile
Not the urge to go somewhere else
Not the urge to blow away
Not the urge to travel far
But the urge for standstill
I can imagine the fine weather
Sun rays playing between kind waves
A jumping fish says hello and the birds are singing