They stood upon the deck

As the ship went out to sea.

The wind it took the sails

And left the land a memory.

All upon the shore for

To wonder why the sailor goes.

All to close their eyes

And wonder what the sailor knows.



That is you to them,

That is how they think you are.

Never on the land,

But sailing by the North Star.



To the tower and to the ravens

And the tale that hopes they'll never leave.

What if they should go?

We always dread to think of them.

I wonder if they flew one day

And no-one ever knew they'd gone

To circle over ships at sea,

Claiming yet another son.



That is you to me,

That is where I think you are.

Never on the land,

But gone to find the North Star.