Sailing on deep water on a foggy summers day
Leaving all behind me don´t know where I´ll make me way
Lying in the shadow underneath the foremast-tree
Playing shanties on my bluesharp singing songs for you and me

We were loaded down with barley, we were loaded down with rye
Well the parrot he looked down at me, a twinkle in his eye
And the skipper he come up on deck a spy-glass in his hand
Surrounded by the open sea he couldn´t spy the land

Well I know my song has lasted and my words are long enough
The tune is interesting but the rhymes are mighty rough
Well you wake up in the morning late at night you fell to ground
Do not think about tomorrow let it go and come around

Play your harp so wild and free
Would you sit around the bunk and listen unto me?
You feel high and I feel low
Would you play the harp again and let the music go?

Set the sail whereever I go, set the sail whereever I come from
Set the sail whenever I know whereever I will go
Set the sail whereever I go, set the sail whereever I come from
Set the sail whenever I know whereever I will go