They sail and fly across the salty sea.
Venturing forth and seeing what all there is to see.
But a flying seagull never lands.
A flying seagull can never come home.
A Sailor's shout, and a seagull's cry; I hear it every night.
I am alone because seagull's never come home.
The seagull left, he went for a flight.
A flight so high and wide that I can never see him again.
Try as I might, my heart won't mend.
Seagull's they don't land, and you will never hold my hand... again.
So sing a song of requiem.