| It’s a good day
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| For going to sea
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| Hanno the Navigator said to me
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| There’s an open sky and a steady breeze
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| Out beyond the Pillars of Hercules
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| Above the foam-kissed waves seagulls scream
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| Up in the masts of our trireme
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| And it’s a good day
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| For going to sea
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| Hanno the Navigator said to me
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| Water
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| Water
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| From horizon to horizon
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| All I see is water
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| Steer beyond all maps and charts
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| Down along the coast of Africa
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| The first Phoenicians on this beach
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| Where the monkeys gibber and the parakeets screech
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| Strangest women run wild down there
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| Covered head to toe in fur and hair
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| They fight like demons
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| Better let them be
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| Hanno the Navigator said to me
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| Water
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| Water
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| From horizon to horizon
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| All I see is water
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| When you pull close to your fire at night
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| With your family framed in the candlelight
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| Safe inside these walls of stone
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| In the only village you’ve ever known
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| The rain-soaked moon plays splintered crystal
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| Shadows on your windowsill
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| Like sparks of light in the shifting skies
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| Our ancient ships go sailing still on
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| Water
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| Water
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| When my sailing days are done
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| I’ll seek Poseidon’s daughter
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| Oarsmen pull and curse and sweat
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| Underneath this creaking deck
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| At night I hear their stories told
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| Strong through storms and weak for gold
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| Carthage stands like an azure pearl
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| Here in the middle of the known world
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| And it’s a good day
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| For going to sea
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| Hanno the Navigator said to me
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| Water
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| Water
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| From horizon to horizon
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| All I see is water
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| Water
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| Water
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| When my sailing days are done
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| I’ll seek Poseidon’s daughter
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| It’s a good day
|
| For going to sea
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| Hanno the Navigator said to me |