• The moon cradling in the night sky,
    Like a boat to heaven,
    Awaking my
    Imagination.
    A golden boat floating higher then any tree,
    A boat to Heaven,
    Sailing carefree
    Calling to my imagination.
    Reingning the black sea,
    Alone with no other companion and proud,
    From time to time it flees
    Behind the drifting cloud.
    A boat that leads itself astray
    The twinkling stars being the fish
    Moving high even in the rainy night's gray,
    A beauty beyond speech.
    O' the boat to Heaven,
    That takes aboard
    My Imagination

    But who drives this boat?
    For me I think it is the Great Davy Jones.
    A Boat covered by ashining pearl coat.
    Taking aboard the bones of evil sailors.
    Who have to spend Eternity in his locker.