Steve Hackett - Set Your Compa** lyrics

Underneath a sailing moon Lemon lime ginger soft glow Scale the woodland around the dale Rising falling through hedgerows With her train the queen of night (Her pale window) (Calming your fear) (With the Earth) Slowly turning the tide (in the lowland) From the long arms of the sea Set your compa** by your dream (falling) Grazing sheep have lost their way Fifty fathoms below the bay Windward of the sunken rock (blowing) Faces set like gravestones (staring down) Oarsmen pull to cleave the brine Neath the blackcliffs their cross-bones Under the waves and put to right Toy armies too rusty to fight (in the lowland) Cling to the wheel how deeply you breathe Set your compa** by your dream (falling) Grazing sheep have lost their way Fifty fathoms below the bay