He left on a 9-o-clock ship,
With inky black sails,
Set forth into the deep blue,
The ropes were drawn,
The anchor broke free,
This ship is set to sail,
Its course is clear,
Yet it does not sail the waves,
Its path is high,
Sailing steady, fast and clear,
Deep beyond into the night’s sky,
He is set to sail among the stars,
The captain of this ship,
And this night’s course is set for her,
He is sailing to thee.
Goodbye Grandpa, sail among the stars,
Be happy and let your soul be free.
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