She sits tall upon her throne
Her graceful helm crests the crisp blue waters
Her captain peers out over her bow
Scans the sea, surveys her course
When land is reached, sad will she be
Her captain and crew will leave-again
Her graceful helm crests the crisp blue waters
Her captain peers out over her bow
Scans the sea, surveys her course
When land is reached, sad will she be
Her captain and crew will leave-again