I was born to sail the seas

I dream in an endless deep deep sea
Of chop and surf and spit,
And the wet air licks my skin with salt,
And the tumult rocks the ship,
And the wonders of the ocean floor
I struggle hard to see,
And I stare at the glassy blue-eyed surface,
And it stares right back at me.

I was born to be a sailor,
And a sailor I will be.
I was born to be a sailor
To sail the ocean sea,
And even if the waters
Will drown their mysteries,
To Sinbad I aspire,
John Paul Jones I do admire,
And my life's work I won't flee,
For I was born to be sailor,
And a sailor I will be.