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Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
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Lyrics:
On the beach, where he slept and he wept and he prayed,
It was the home he knew, where he wasn’t afraid,
Like driftwood on the shore, his mind had floated away,
On a ship he steered through the salt and the spray.
Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
As my golden map and compass set us free.
Deaf was he, to travellers passing by,
Any wise advice he would only defy,
Standing firm, with a mystical, clouded eye,
He would shout his visions to the sky.
Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
As my golden map and compass set us free.
So, over the waves, by the sea-caves,
The watery graves, he made his way,
Guided by beacons only he could see.
Through, shuddering gales, bellies of whales, sparkling trails,
He’d never fail, to petition for Poseidon’s guarantee.
In the end, he was found on the silvery strand,
By the tidal pool where he’d made his final stand.
Peaceful brow, like he’d made it to the promised land,
And a golden map lay in his hand.
Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
As my golden map and compass set us free.
Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
And my golden map and compass have set me free.
- Genre
- Folk & Singer-Songwriter