At first I was thought crazy
To cross the storming seas
On naught a breeze
And seldom had they thought of my return
But I knew that far away across those storming seas
laid a land of mountains, deserts, and trees
I thought of many things on the way
Of birds and bees
and deer and trees
and bears and wolves that howl
But one thing that I never thought of
was the simple thing of how
I didn't want to return from there
for the place was so serene and clean
There was no stench of a city wrench
or the refuse in the street
All there was the was the pollen and mud
and the fresh mountain air so clean
I sighed a sigh as a bird flew by
I had not a worry
Way out here in the sea
Well I guess that now this happy tale must end
Because somewhere between that town and here
On a ship that sailed the storming seas
On naught but a simple breeze
An old man named Worthy
Well he caught scurry
And is resting at the bottom of the blue
Well my ship lived on without me
somehow somewhere she did go
And I hope and pray in my long gone days
that she made it to the farthest shore
