A Land Beyond The Sea
He sails on a blanket of blue
His heart's desire in view
And as he breathes in the briny air
He cannot be afraid
He moves like a creature reborn
His childhood scattered and torn
The craggy islands and wild thyme hills
Give way as life is remade
And all these days
Emerging from the haze
Are filled with promise, the stuff of dreams
That cannot help but be
A dream is a powerful
thing
It makes the lonely heart sing
His spirits sail on a westward gale
To a land beyond the sea
The wind seems to call out his name
His heart is hearing the same
And as the sea breezes drive him on
He cannot be denied
The sunlight that wakens each day
The stars that light out his way
The whole of nature is calling him
Relentlessly as the tide
And all these dreams
His mind, his body screams
Are drawing him to an unborn day
That cannot help but dawn
A dream makes a pauper a
king
Inspiring every great thing
To give him courage to seize the day
Embrace the lot he has drawn
And all these days
Emerging from the haze
Are filled with promise, the stuff of dreams
That cannot help but be
A dream is a powerful
thing
It makes his lonely heart sing
His spirits sail on a westward gale
To a land beyond the sea
His spirits sail on a
westward gale
To a land beyond the sea
© 2004, 2005, Jeanne McDougall