We’re standing on the quay

Where our boat is moored

Brightly painted, trim and neat

Provisions already stowed away below deck

Let’s jump aboard, loose the mooring rope

And point the prow towards the rising sun

Let’s raise the sail to catch that following wind

It’s time to go, friends

Skimming over the waves under a shining sky

It’s time for adventures

Wind in our hair, stars in our eyes

It’s time for us

To find our new tomorrows

Our happily ever afters