|
Up here in the crows nest I am swimming through the breeze |
|
One last memory from the sun as it is sinking by degrees |
|
And high above the albatrosses, on the wing is light |
|
And I will sing to her as she flies by |
|
On this beautiful night |
|
Ahead is the horizon, always changing, it stands fast |
|
Far behind me are the desert islands, shipwrecks Of the past |
|
And I have seen the cannons sounding in the early morning light |
|
But I have left my battles for the day |
|
On this beautiful night |
|
Below me, all the sailors, they're on this journey too |
|
And each of us must make our unknown way upon the blue |
|
So tonight we cast our worries, |
|
Float Jetsam on the tide |
|
And we'll watch them echo far away |
|
On this beautiful night |
|
Flat earth may end |
|
We may sail off the edge |
|
And not be seen again |
|
So I sing and hope my song will form |
|
A rope of golden chords |
|
So that I can rescue someone else |
|
Should they fall overboard |
|
Because some of us are pirates and some of us are damned |
|
But all of us, need all of us to ever find the land |
|
And though the passage of good hope may seem |
|
Like a needles eye |
|
We're floating on tranquility |
|
On this Beautiful night |
|
Up here in the crows nest |
|
I am swimming through the breeze |
|
One last memory from the sun |