The wandering albatross fly far away
From island where he first saw light of day
More than two thousand miles closer to three
He follow ships across the southern sea.
From schooldays i remember Coleridge's Rime
Those verses which have stood the test of time
His 'Ancient Mariner' burdened with the cross
For killing of the noble albatross.
The bird with over three metre wing span
Follow the trawlers of the sea going man
Above the boats all day and night he fly
Born on the shore but out at sea he die.
He'll return to his island by the sea
To mate with wife and bring forth family
And then fly off to wander far away
From island where he first saw light of day.
Were I an albatross i too would fly
Above the sea going ships in southern sky
And across the southern oceans i would roam
Two thousand miles closer to three from home.