I’ve not found a whimsy
Riding on The Wind
As the snowflake
Who knows The Direction
So stays the course
And I cannot go outside
I’ve not found a whimsy
Riding on The Wind
As the snowflake
Who knows The Direction
So stays the course
And I cannot go outside
O say salted Cap’n
As you steered her out nice
Having stolen the helm
Did your first mate fend all for her own
As you bellowed charter
In the galley that eve’
Did your keen eagle eye keep the course
As your senses took leave
Of pirates you perceived
Did you throw your bounty overboard