She sailed over the distant horizon, Now it is time she came home. The Archaeologists' Chorus: 'A thousand years have pa**ed; It's time to bring her home'. A long time ago, When stories and legend were born At the edge of the world They made a stand before the storm. She saw light from a distant horizon Now it is time she came home. The Archaeologists' Chorus: 'A thousand years have pa**ed; It's time to bring her home'. A long time ago… Halfway through a month of Sundays, The rain at the window. Outside in the fields on the chalkhills, Stone makes the earth. Kingdoms may fall, But people remain A fountainhead Walks the same path. The low winter sun, The light is so old here And shadows are cast by the stones Along the road, The hollow ways That lead us home, Lead us home again. The Archaeologists' Chorus: 'She sailed over the distant horizon, Now it is time she came home.' A thousand years have pa**ed; It's time to bring her back home.