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