Wind come take me now
Before I got my own way

Bartered by the night
Three knots take me west
In the morning

Shall we find the Summerland
Beneath the quickening?
The quickening

Tired morning sun
Changing tack alone
Again

Nothing left undone
Make good my way
Oh, Atlas

Shall we find the Summerland
Beneath the quickening?
The quickening

In between the I and me