oh hide the moon its beauty will make me swoon,upon the tides will i be soon in search of a peaceful lagoon, in the favor of a mighty king who takes off on nightly wing, here i do hope that i here not the angels sing fore it will mean the end of my journeying, yet have i heard bells ring for family, have i defined my own sanity by foresaking my vanity,know i not causes my insanity,upon the waves my boat doth stay in search of land and place to lay dare storm and monsoon but always trusting the blue moon