Following a hope, a dream, the way seems so unclear Learn a little as you make the longest journey Feeling, searching, reaching out with all your heart Hoping for a final place to rest A long time has pa**ed since I stood at the galleon wheel With a vision of the days that were to come And the harbour lights were left only as a remembered glow And my soul with a torch aflame before me, going home Memories of the darkest shadows pull at the dream Clouds from one thousand doubting days The hand that struggles upwards through the desert floor To fight the sand that bleeds it A long time has pa**ed since I stood at the galleon wheel With a vision of the days that were to come And the harbour lights were left only as a remembered glow And my soul with a torch aflame before me, going home
And I'm following the Northern star…going home again… Far beyond horizons Where the Sun will never set I turn the old wheel slowly and head back from the West I'm leaving on the morning On a silent mirror Sea Following the current that leads me to my dream Rely upon the instincts of the ‘well trod' path Where every footfall is an echo of one before Never looking backwards at the graven place Searching for a final place to rest A long time has pa**ed since I stood at the galleon wheel With a vision of the days that were to come And the harbour lights were left only as a remembered glow And my soul with a torch aflame before me And I'm following the Northern Star...on my way home