Sailing onward, safety is gone
The harbor mistily twinkles anon
Leaving the lands of our forefathers dear
Never returning; I shan’t shed a tear.
Searching ahead as gulls cry their song
The leaves start to blow, the wind is so strong
Filling our sails with hope, it unfurls
Ship’s bow is curved, as the ocean it swirls
Sun long is risen though still in the sky
Ours is now setting, no time to tell why
The reasons are many, in time back they reach
For time waits for no one, come with, I beseech.
Sailing onward, into the night
Breezes blowing, land gone from sight.
Westward, seeking that further shore
Where sickness and death have hold no more.