One two three four five, flint and sand and tree
Put down the pen and ink, and the mind goes free
The world will turn, but you have come home
No more to roam
The tempest is put behind, no more the sea
Pick up the pen and ink, and the mind goes free
The world will turn, but you have come home
No more to roam
The anchor is overboard and come to rest
Vessel is safely moored, and all are blessed
The world will turn, but you have come home
No more to roam
Meadow your ocean now, clover, heart's ease
Follow the horse and plow, a landlocked sea
The world will turn, but you have come home
No more to roam
Down from the crow's nest, by the key you walk
Your heart's keel rests in the Southern chalk
The world will turn, but you have come home
No more to roam

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