We sailed away on a winter's day
With fate as malleable as clay
But ships are fallible, I say
And the nautical, as all things, fades
And I do recall our caravel
A little wicker beetle shell
With four fine maste and lateen sails
It's bearings on Cair Paravel
Oh, my love
Oh, it was a funny little thing
To be the ones to see
The sight of bridges and balloons
Makes calm canaries irritable
And they caw and claw all afternoon
Catenaries and derigibles
Brace and buoy the living room
A loom of metals warp woof wimble
And a thimble's worth of milky moon
Can touch hearts larger than a thimble
Oh, my love
Oh, it was a funny little thing
To be the ones to see
Oh, my love
Oh, it was a funny little thing
It was a funny, funny little thing
