I am just a woman
with a blood type full of salt
I have sail-ed all the oceans
on boats and yachts and vessels going open seas
All storms and calms -
and I recognize the weathers
by just looking at the clouds
la la la...

When I boarded boat on first time
I was no more than a child
in the company of parents
I learned the ropes and knots and sails and navigate
and all the stars -
they taught me how to read the charts
and calculate my place
and how avoid to run aground

Lay la lay...

I first soloed, I was fifteen
I felt I was grown-up now
in the company of sailors,
they considered me as budding skipper, promising
I do declare,
there was times when I did hate the sea
and long to be ashore
la la la...

Then I'm lying out my oilskins
and wishing I was going
homeward bound
where the Baltic chilly weathers aren't freezing me
Bleeding me, homeward bound...

In the cockpit sits the sailor
and a captain by her trade
and she holds the shaft of tiller
for every squall and weather,
every storm and wind on sails
She's homeward bound
but the sailor still remains

Lay la lay...