On the ship of moonlight

the star dust brushes against the sea.

On the ship of moonlight

the moon slopes away as slowly as an old man.

I can hear the birds chirping good night,

if you stop and listen you will hear it too.

On the cold January night,

we all huddle together like flocks of penguins

enjoying each others warmth.

The cabin lights speckle

like stars in the moonlight.

I can see a island ahead

all the crew cheer as loud as a lion.