The Shipping Forecast
There are warnings of gales in Hebrides and Fair Isle
Viking veering westerly... toward the Malin Sea
Batten down the hatches... under bare poles
Tyne, Dogger, Fisher... German Bight... Crashing through the night
Stornaway... South East five... nine miles and rising slowly
I see fulmers flying low... over Irish seas
West by north four... recent rain
Anchored off Galloway
Never really close to understanding
Never sure I'll ever settle down
Oh, these winds of change surround me... standing on the bough
Gazing up at millions and millions of stars
The architects of who we are
I'm a believer and I'm drifting...
Sea of perception always shifting...
And on a clear day the horizon... takes my breath away...
Sailing by... sweet lullaby... Shannon, Sole, Fitzroy
The moon is pulling on the tide... while I dream of you...
Stars are fading now... head to wind sailing South
Never really close to understanding
Never sure I'll ever settle down
Oh, these winds of change surround me... standing on the bough
Gazing up at million and millions of stars
The architects of who we are
I'm a believer and I'm drifting...
Sea of perception always shifting...
And on a clear day the horizon... takes my breath away...
Viking veering westerly... toward the Malin Sea
Batten down the hatches... under bare poles
Tyne, Dogger, Fisher... German Bight... Crashing through the night
Stornaway... South East five... nine miles and rising slowly
I see fulmers flying low... over Irish seas
West by north four... recent rain
Anchored off Galloway
Never really close to understanding
Never sure I'll ever settle down
Oh, these winds of change surround me... standing on the bough
Gazing up at millions and millions of stars
The architects of who we are
I'm a believer and I'm drifting...
Sea of perception always shifting...
And on a clear day the horizon... takes my breath away...
Sailing by... sweet lullaby... Shannon, Sole, Fitzroy
The moon is pulling on the tide... while I dream of you...
Stars are fading now... head to wind sailing South
Never really close to understanding
Never sure I'll ever settle down
Oh, these winds of change surround me... standing on the bough
Gazing up at million and millions of stars
The architects of who we are
I'm a believer and I'm drifting...
Sea of perception always shifting...
And on a clear day the horizon... takes my breath away...
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Writer(s): Erica Steenkamp
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