M. J. Fraser
Upon a mountain, rising high
We gaze out to the distant sea
A place of rising waves, a place to be free
To drift and sail to journey ahead
By moon and stars and magic lead
Up and down on gentle waves
Passed rising cliffs and hidden caves
A journey onwards far and wide
On open oceans nowhere to hide
And so the journey forwards through
To lands uncharted, somewhere new
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