Traveller's Song

A thousand miles ashore
And a thousand places to go
He who ask no questions
Receive no lies in return.

Although the Contour Changes
In every step with cosmography
He who knows the way to the woods
Knows the woods on the way

This is the place we are looking for
The land long foretold
So let no object delude us
Only the darkness hides the shape.

This is the sea we strain to see
Following seven tides and waves
Till the star above us proves
By what grace the universe do move
With flawless accuracy and skill
Carrying us to destinations unknown
To establish a new destiny.