West of the sunset stands my house,
            There … and east of the dawn;
North to the arctic runs my yard;
            South to the Pole, my lawn;
Seven seas are to sail my ships
            To the ends of the earth … beyond;
Drifters’ gold is for me to spend
            For I am a vagabond.

Fabulous cities are mine to loot;
            The queen of my earth to wed;
Fruits of the world are mine to eat;
            The couch of a king, my bed;
All that I see is mine to keep;
            Foolish, the fancy seems
But I am rich with the wealth of Sight,
            The coin of the realm of dreams.