(may be sung to Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor spacefaring stranger,
The seas of space do not suit me.
But my home planet fell to danger:
A change in climate boiled the sea.
The genes I bear are my forefathers’,
A thousand years, I’ve flown through space.
Fly from my dead world to another,
I am the last one of my race.
I fly to buy my kind’s survival,
My treasured coat safe in the hold.
That which I’ll wear upon arrival,
Just as I wore in days of old.
I’m going there to be a father,
And once I’m there, I’ll sail no more.
‘Til then, I journey ever farther,
To a new home on a new shore.
The star called Sol — my destination,
There I will land on planet three.
A place ideal for procreation,
One-quarter land, three-quarters sea.
I’m going there to find a mother,
But humans don’t live centuries.
As each one dies, I’ll wed another,
My children all will be selkies —
Our children all will be selkies.
lyrics 2022, Rich Brown