If you smile at me you know I will understand
Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
Wooden ships on the water very free and easy
Easy you know the way it's supposed to be
Very free and easy
Sail away where the mornin sun goes high
Sail away where the wind blows sweet and young birds fly
Lead her far from this barren land
Horror grips us as we watch you die
All we can do is echo your anguished cry and
We are leaving
You don't need us
Lead her far from this foreign land
Somewhere where we might laugh again
We are leaving
You don't need us
Sailing ships on the water very free and easy
Easy you know the way it's supposed to be
Very free
And gone