I cut the ties. I pulled the floor from beneath my feet.
I sowed the seeds to make space for new
crops to grow on land that I’m creating.

Creating, ooo, ooo, ooo.

I travelled seas. I walked the land of others pasts.

I learnt from stories old and new.
I felt the pull of the wind stronger than I’d felt before.

So take me, take me, ooo, ooo.

(Awesome flute solo)

And once at sail, I looked to land and saw harvest high (harvest high).
I thanked the rain, the wind and sun.
I smiled at my heart for the strength of my footsteps,

the strength of my hands.

I’m sailing, ooo, ooo, ooo.

(Awesome flute solo)

I cut the ties, I left home.
Everything that once was known, is now unknown.