My boat moved out to sea
And friends grew small from me
Waving from the shore
Will I see you more?
The land is misty, my eyes are too
The gulls are crying for me and you.

And now the sea is all around
But still above the seabirds sound
Gliding round the stern
When we land will they return?
The land is misty, my eyes are too
The gulls are crying for me and you.

My boat moved out to sea
And friends grew small from me
Waving from the shore
Will I see you more?