Outside the
rain is softly falling
In the distance I can hear a foghorn sound
As I pull my blankets up around me,
On my ship of dreams I'm outward bound.
On a voyage through memory,
Sailing on a silver sea,
The moon and stars above brightly shine.
The wind that fills her sails
is a lullaby,
That tells the tale
of all the things
that I was glad to leave behind.
The ocean has
always been a part of me,
Salty water flowing through my veins.
And as I dream of where my
ship is taking me,
On every gentle breeze, I hear my name.
On a voyage through memory,
sailing on a silver sea,
The moon and stars above
brightly shine.
There's a lullaby that tells the tale
Of all the things that I was led to
leave behind.
As I hear the clock beside my window,
The dawn is breaking
right before my eye.
Someday I won't hear that
old clock ticking,
Aboard my ship of dreams, away I'll fly.
On a voyage through memory,
sailing on the silver sea,
The moon and stars above brightly shine.
The wind that fills her sails
is a lullaby that tells the tale
of all the things that I was
led to leave behind.
On a voyage through memory,
sailing on a silver sea,
the moon and stars above brightly shine.
The wind that fills her sails
is the lullaby that tells the tale
of all the things that
I was glad to leave behind.
On a voyage through memory,
sailing on a silver sea,
the moon and stars above brightly shine.
The wind that pulls the sails
is the lullaby that tells the tale
of all the things that
I was glad to leave behind.
On a voyage through memory,
sailing on a silver sea,
the moon and stars above brightly shine.
The wind that fills the sails
is the lullaby that tells the tale
of all the things that
I was led to leave behind
On a voyage through the memory,
sailing on a sail