Sailing the Open Seas

In the days that we sailed
O’er the great open seas
Cherish only ours
Wondrous memories

Through the billows and the troughs
Rising and falling
Ship bobbing in the storms
The ocean depths are calling

Yet we did not tarry
And stuck to our destination
Although we had none
We knew we must hasten

Golden milk we cut
Silver honey we broke
Blue water we traveled
Frothing foam we smote

Through the seas we went
Admiring the world as it be
Until we could go no more
We saw all we could see

And so our ship passed on
As we traded our earnings of gold
Yet in our memory lay
The story of our ship untold