A grey ship sails into a misty sky.
Grey sea gulls tipped with white go circling by.
Oh, ship! so like my life you seem to me,
Grey life against a grey eternity.
Oh, sea gulls! like the years you circling fly,
Grey years white tipped with dreams that soar so high.
Oh, ship, that you might rest against the sky
While sea gulls tipped with white go circling by!
