If you go Far away I would grow Sails or wings To cross the deep Above or underneath If the eastern winds Blow kind across The empty space Between my arms I'll make believe them Feathers to Be light enough To fly to you And if no vessel Roams that way, I could set out On sails and dreams To cross the deep On frail winds of sleep And air And gather you there For the sight of water Has me long To be swallowed up And sailed out In the body of A whale to Be fast enough To sail to you