The seas, yes they have been stormy.
The ship, it has rocked to and fro.
The men here have become angry and restless.
My thoughts have turned corrupt and mad.
O, My temper has grown short.
And frustrated have I become.
But look, look! Do I really see it?
My land, my home on the shore!
She calls, she sings! She is sweet!
Yes, alas, My home is beautiful!
I see a brighter sun ahead on the horizon,
and softer winds a-blowin'
As I step onto the dock, I'll know
That I've left the past behind me.
And what ever burdens weighed me down,
I left on the wretched vessel.
Alas, my home, she brings me life.
And happy, brighter thoughts.
Tomorrow indeed will be amazing,
Because i will it to be so.
