When I stand and look
About the port
And contemplate my life, will I
Ever see my countrymen again?
As the captain calls us on the deck
I take my things and walk
To the harbourside, I glance back
One last time.

Fleeing our nation, our problems
We leave behind.
Ships by the tenfold sail
Out on the tide.
We are pleased to be out and
Embracing the open sea.
Free from our troubles
And more free from thee.

Inheritors unfulfilled reason
Behind us.
We flee from what is not what
Is will be.
We flee the earth and face our
Harsh reality.
Will death be low mist that
Hangs on the sea?

 [bad word] from the evil tongues, rash
Judgements, selfish men
Never to be seen on these
Shores again.

As we sail into oceansize
And lose sight of all land
face of contentment
Around in the air.
We're off now to
Seek all our fortunes.
To the land of our dreams.