Sailing south

When you and I were young, my love,

when you and I were young,

we had six days and nights, my love,

six days and nights we had,

when we were sailing south, my love,

when we were sailing south.

Our ship was all we needed then,

our ship was all our need.

The port that we were sailing to

that port we did not know,

the port that we were sailing to

was just a place to go.

The port that we had left behind

was just the past, no more,

was just another port of call

on just another shore.

Our ship was strong and free, my love,

our ship was strong and free,

the sails they billowed in the wind

the masts they were sky high

the sea around, the night above,

when sailing to the south,

we had six days and nights of love,

six days and nights of love.

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