Come the wind and the storm As the wills go to war on me And my eyes unfold As it comes to take hold So stop and pick up where we left off And watch, there's little room left for talk Cover my eyes I'm told But the bright turns my eyes to gold We're better off around the oak trees In the park, they're watching over me With their arms, I'm gonna build me A ship that will take me home Cover my eyes I'm told But the bright turns my eyes to gold Come, the wind and the storm As the wills go to war on me And my eyes unfold As it comes to take hold