[i]Five days out from Fountainhead
and seven yet to sail
the sea she sings forever
and the wind joins in the wail

There’s tack at morning tack at night
and beer to ease it down
I’ll catch a fish with my bare hands
and toss it to the clown

White his curls and white his cheeks
until he gets a kiss
then he’s red as evening skies
and lost in bleating bliss

He’ll gut it fry it salt it sweet
drown its head in brine
turn its bones to cutlery
a fin for every tine

Five days out from Taste-my-lips
and seven yet to sail
the sea she sings forever
and the wind joins in the wail

My Bonny’s down beneath the mast
counting grains of rice
sorting good from sour salt
and executing lice

Her hair’s the sea at edge of night
her skin’s the breath of dawn
and as for all the rest of her
the song would run too long

She’d cut through Alexander’s knot
and tie his e-le-phants in turn
and if all the Azures barred her way
she’d make their water burn

Five days out from Land-of-bird
and seven yet to sail
the sea she sings forever
and the wind joins in the wail

Don’t you cry, your highness fair
we’ll rock you back to sleep
there’s naught to fear in empty sky
or in the darkest deep

We seek the sky beyond the sky
the sea beyond the sea
the island where the suns give birth
and where your dreams run free

Go wrap your waist in shining silk
of tissue make your boots
and hope to find a far-off land
where you may tend your roots

Five days out from Carvenhall
and seven yet to sail
the sea she sings forever
and the wind joins in the wail

One and all we sing this song
though why I’ve quite forgot
go tell our cook I’ve got a net
so ready grill and pot

On we run against the waves
this little ship and I
and there’s no time to wonder where
or even wonder why

Tonight we’ll feast beneath the stars
and dance til dawn’s first light 
and then we’ll do it all again
and then we’ll do it right

Five days out from Tellus
and seven left to sail
the sea she sings forever
and the wind joins in the wail[/i]