Filled my wicker basket to the brim with salt-spicy foods –I feel like a king Because now, in a few thousand miles, I've seen and done it all!
All thanks to my daughter who understood that treatment would do me no good Now in less than a year I've been everywhere, Mostly at sea and some in the air flying high!
From my cold Norway along the coast Through Russian waters in my old boat And we challenged the Sea of Okhotsk Volcanoes and Japanese docks
Temples and a kind monk who shared his tea With a freezing Norwegian from the sea
We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine, Heard the island tern's soft scream The lighthouse at God's Pocket, sea stars and seals – Orca whales in the gleam
Shining down through junipers and silver firs, I pulled our provisions right out of the earth Through a modernized, scary dark place I ran and I ran through fire and flames
And I rebuilt a worn out balloon, Sailed in the air with the sun and the moon Now I'm flying away, up, up and away
We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine, Heard the island tern's soft scream The lighthouse at God's Pocket, sea stars and seals – Orca whales in the gleamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
