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