(Music & Lyrics: Martin Schaub)

One windless night, no moon in sight
The sky as grey a slate
I walked up to my father´s house
A thousand years too late
But now it wouldn´t wait

I heard a song I knew too well
An ancient melody
A velvet voice from yester-year
As living as can be
And this he sang to me:

Sail that black boat
off to a distant shore
And we´ll speak of that boat no more

The dust, the gloom inside his room;
It soon began to fade
I saw his bow, his fiddle glow
But I was not afraid
I listened as he played

One windless night he came to me
We made our peace at last
He said – my son, what´s done is done
Don´t dwell upon the past
A life slips by so fast

Sail that black boat
off to a distant shore
And we´ll speak of that boat no more