They will stay for a while, And then they’ll take course
But they will return Breaking through winds a-wailing.
And it won’t take six months Till I’m back at my house.
Just to set out again, To set out for a six month’s a-sailing.

Everybody returns But the best of our friends,
And the best loving, faithful, Adorable women.
Everybody returns But for those we need most
I believe not in fate Nor myself I believe in.

Yet I really want To believe I am wrong,
And that burning one’s boats Will be soon void of meaning.
I am sure to return Full of dreams, friends along,
And it won’t take six months Till I get back to singing.