I'd rather stare into an eye Than into a sea or into a sky, my my I'd rather be skimming some stone Than striking some string Or seizing some throne, my my All the seas, all the seas Have been sailed I'd rather chop wood for a fire Than wood for a boat Or wood to inspire, my my I'd rather have a garden of flowers Than a garden of gold Or a garden of towers, my my All the seas, all the seas Have been sailed And all the trains, all the trains Have derailed So pay no mind to the pleas From the sirens to leap All the seas, all the seas Have been sailed I was wrong to leave the shore I will stay true and burn my oar