Woorden: Wishbone Ash. Pilgrimage. Valediction.

Leaving is a sin, they say,
Loneliness is the price to pay.
Sad for you, I go once more.
I'll dry my eyes on a distant shore.

No way of freezing the rising tide
No way of keeping you by my side.
Like a bird, I'll fly high,
Guarding over this love of mine.

A room of trust, a room of fears
A room of laughter with a few sweet tears.
There we lay that sunny dawn
Calm, but helpless as it lingers on.

No way of breaking the march of time
No way of keeping our love sublime
Like a bird, I'll fly high
Guarding over this love of mine

Many times we'd hurry by
Lose our problems in a knowing smile.
Many days were swept along
Left unnoticed as our love grew strong.

Knowing each of us would always know
Believing one of us would never go.
Like a bird, I'll fly high
Watching over this love of mine