Going to Lebanon 2

We came down to the shore
 Always some desperate people there
 Anywhere people congregate for pleasure
 They'll go hunting for treasure
 Come one, come all, fortune-seeking brothers
 Pick up the faint, faint scent
 Of the faith of our fathers
 Their names were known once to me
 I hear them sometimes on the Song of the Sea
 Take note of what will be gone
 In the blink of an eye
 The blue, blue water
 The bone-white sky
 You can set your watch by these guys
 We will be high on the highway
 Before they've even opened their eyes
 Picture them scouring the sanctuary
 Looking for gold
 It never gets old
 But there is no gold and there is no silver
 And the South takes what the North delivers
 Reverse the circuit sometimes
 Every couple seasons
 Remember our grandfathers
 Whenever we need a reason
 Take note of what will be gone
 In the blink of an eye
 The blue, blue water
 The bone-white sky
 Yeah