From my child to the bird rock, where the gulls are sailing free.Dreams they do bring in dreaming.Dreams of the cold green sea.And who would be there but you, love, to see what dreams there be.Hooray for all.Row you now, be rowing, the day goes down before.And the ship of fairies sailing to a dark and a distant shore.And how would you say what treasures would ever await them there.Hooray for all.Sing my love for the kingdom that ever we thought was gone.For the ship of ghosts is sailing and that one will always return.Drowned are the lands and gone the sails and the gull is their voice alone.Hooray for all.Row, my dear, the day is fair where the young birds learn to sing.The world is a wheel of wonder that only the sun can spin.And the gull on the low and lifting swell is the world a given wing.Hooray for all.Darfura le mokar har.