That is you to them,
That is how they think you
are.
Never on the land,
But sailing by the North Star.
To the tower and to the ravens
And the tale that hopes they'll
never leave.
What if they should go?
We always dread to think of
them.
I wonder if they flew one
day
And no-one ever knew they'd
gone
To circle over ships at sea,
Claiming yet another son.
That is you to me,
That is where I think you
are.
Never on the land,
But gone to find the North
Star.
(Copyright © 1971 Warlock
Music)
Marco Giunco |
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