I dreamt that I saw out there on the shore,
Seagulls, seagulls,
Migrating birds,
When I woke up with Calypso by my side,
It had been three years, three years,
And time to fly,
I took off from the shore my wings were feeling sore,
From Calypso, Calypso,
And island life
As I left the shore the North Sea did roar,
Full of seagulls, seagulls,
Migrating birds,
As I spread my wings I thought of many things,
Such as Ithaca, Ithaca
And returning home
I'm going home,
I'm returning home