Hoist the sail, slip the mooring, swiftly sail away
There\'s nothing left to do here
There\'s nothing left to say
The seas were smooth, the seas were rough
The gales blew weak and strong
But many the days of sunshine
And many the friendly throng
The crowd on the bank is shrinking
As I turn with some remorse
But the vast horizon looming
Sets me on another course
So with a smile and a last wave
I turn to take the wheel
I leave my heart behind me
As I tack into the wind