Woorden: Barclay James Harvest. Sea Of Tranquility.

We steered our ship to the sea of all tranquility
The only sound our voices as star struck we fly
Our hopes ever high that the songs we sing
And the words we bring should never die

We set our sights on the sea of all tranquility
Our pointless flight betraying now fallen
We are compared to a star, and the final reach
To that barren beach is much too far

Yesterday our songs of glory shone
A dream of ages every one
We sold our souls for senseless gain
And brought our harvest home in vain
(Above the seven seas is one)

Yesterday our songs of glory shone
A dream of ages every one
We sold our souls for senseless gain
And brought our harvest home in vain