Joe

When we begin to pray you dance and sigh, for lands far away, it's a lonely path alone, not having a light, an Iliad far from home, we sit out the fray, anchors hold the bite, ride the tide and wait, listen to the stones, it’s better than to cry, soon we’ll soon be gone, so far away, let us not fight, find reasons more to say, our horizon’s honed, lead us from this Bay, safe in our bones, there'll be no strain, the moon is our right, to bring us good days, this warm loving night.