The Storm

Talk around the fireside
 Tales tall and smiles and in whispers, their story
 Secrets of so many men
 Strangers from so long ago
 They turned that November night
 They set sail in silence and darkness
 Bound for danger all as yet unseen
 The cold winter sea came alive
 Time to save their world
 My lovely (my lovely)
 Wish me safely home
 Wait for me there
 Frightened as the storm began
 Slowly they lost their direction
 Helpless, blinded by the icy spray
 They caught every new breaking wave
 They would never reach the shore
 Never to claim what they hoped for
 The ocean, taking portents only dreamed
 Responsed with their hard times they drown
 Take good care my love
 Remember (remember)
 When you dream of me
 I will return
 Hoping, waiting
 For tribute
 I'll be home again
 My lovely (my lovely)
 Misty grey, the morning light
 Red in the sky from the sunrise
 The water breaking softly on the rocks
 They're all twenty men of the lights
 Years may come and go
 Still waiting (still waiting)
 So much older now
 Broken insight
 Kiss him, calling far away
 Time to save their world
 Say goodbye