Set Your Sails - Future Of Forestry

Better be gone

It’s half past eleven now

Get on the deck

You better get on

It’s half past eleven now

Fairly well, we can tell

Nothing but moving will do

And it will be alright

Hey, hey, hey, the night is waiting for you

Take a picture of the silver moon

Oh, oh, oh, she will be shining for you

On your journey home

Better be gone

So find your pocket watch

And all of your hope now

The hour is long

Before I try to say too much

Fair thee well 'cause we can tell

Nothing but courage will do

And it will be alright

Set your sails upon

The mighty winds of May

Set your sails upon the hope

Of June

Set your sails upon the air of

Warm July

Set your course for Heaven’s shore