Let's make sail the wind is right
Weigh the anchor fast
Say farewell to kids and wife
We're taking off at last
We're heading for south america
Seeking for an island
Where no one else has been before
Where no one else has stepped ashore
Shift the helm to south of west
Let's sail into the night
We're gliding through the ocean fast
Although the devil smiles
For somewhere in south america
Waits an island in the sun
Where noone else has been before
Where no man at arms has stepped ashore
Let's make sail the wind is right
Weigh the anchor fast
Say farewell to kids and wife
We're taking off at last
We're heading for south america
Seeking for an island
Where no one and nothing has been before
We'll even sail a year or more
The departure (instr.)
They had left the harbour of lisbon in the early evening sailed around
The southern peak of europe crossed the atlantic ocean along the west
Coast of africa and cast anchor for the first time at the "cape of good
Hope"...calmness under a starry sky.
