Some hearts are even wider than
The land that they were born in
The rover Ernest Shackleton
Knew this well and true
Forsook his citizenship
For a ship to sail him through
The ice of the Antarctic
Bold and freezing still
No borders, no men or war
Just birds and a soaring will
Sailing through the ice floes
The Endurance was his guide
But the winters of the Weddell Sea
Chose to turn his tide.
Two years in a wilderness
Of white and ice and blue
With little help from his home country
Twas the whalers saved his crew
So listen all ye wanderers
All you with restless souls
Go to where your heart is called
And the call will turn you whole
Hear the call of your heart
Beyond papers, maps or start in life
Go where you are free
Home is where we feel we're meant to be
The sailor in the land of ice
Few would choose such hardship twice
His aching heart went back to die
Only the whales know why
Home was not enough to hold me
For years I did not belong
So I took up my walking boots
And sailed to foreign lands
Seeking myself within lost crowds
And love in strangers' hands.
Been travelling for so long now
My feet sway when I cease
With papers in my hand once more
I sought to find my peace
Reached a Spanish shoreline
At the rocks when dark would fall
Where I might hear the old whales' song
Those deep creatures sing to all.
And in my wild wanderings
It came clear to me
That peace lies in the love of you
My homesick soul; set free
Hear the call of your heart
Beyond papers, maps or start in life
Go where you are free
Home is where we feel we're meant to be
A pirate with no land or home
Came to find a love fore-known
Twas written in the ancient sky
Only the whales know why
Whether person, place, land or song
You choose where you belong
Go where you are free
The land is love and your heart is the key
Vagabonds or queens or kings
Follow where your heart will sing
Be open and your feet will fly
Only the whales know why