Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
My heart is gone far, far from me,
And ever on its track will flee,
My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea.
Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
The swallow wanders fast and free,
Oh, happy bird! were I like thee,
I, too, would fly beyond the sea.
The sea, the sea, the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth’s wide regions round,
It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies,
Or like a cradled creature lies.
I ’m on the sea, I ’m on the sea!
I am where I would ever be,
With the blue above and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe’er I go,
If a storm should come and awaken the deep,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.
—–Barry Cornwall