Land of Dawn
Wandering up from the wharf across this harbor town
Wondering of journey and if the truth be found
The Mission at Port City save the souls in worn out shoes
Longfellow writes of 19 will the berries still be blue
Tomaso's for food and drink and as we stepped inside
A vision took our order enchantment in her eyes
"I've been a maid of the Mer a witch of Hagas Glen
A mistress of Katahdin I know your righteousness and sin
The grail you seek is hidden here cast upon my chest
Tis in the tattoos flowing gentle on my breasts
Yearnings old as yesteryear yet to most stay dark the clues
But for you three good fortune shines you see now what to do
Reach out for the edges away from human ruse
Pull up upon the ledges where stone it comes to blue
Where wind and wave together dance high upon the cliffs
Humble in the Land of Dawn reflection is your gift
Make the climb it bares the mind whispers on painted trees
An angel on my shoulder or is Culloo watching me?
Atop a silent instant etches deep the soul
A young man I was blind but now I see I'm growing old
Pulp floats abandoned lives Arcadic beauty side by side
I see the pain hear the pride the strain of hill the pull of tide
Hope feast be alive on the shores of first sunrise
Reach out for the edges away from human ruse
Pull up upon the ledges where stone it comes blue
Where wind and wave together dance high upon the cliffs
Humble in the Land of Dawn resurrection is your gift
Wondering of journey and if the truth be found
The Mission at Port City save the souls in worn out shoes
Longfellow writes of 19 will the berries still be blue
Tomaso's for food and drink and as we stepped inside
A vision took our order enchantment in her eyes
"I've been a maid of the Mer a witch of Hagas Glen
A mistress of Katahdin I know your righteousness and sin
The grail you seek is hidden here cast upon my chest
Tis in the tattoos flowing gentle on my breasts
Yearnings old as yesteryear yet to most stay dark the clues
But for you three good fortune shines you see now what to do
Reach out for the edges away from human ruse
Pull up upon the ledges where stone it comes to blue
Where wind and wave together dance high upon the cliffs
Humble in the Land of Dawn reflection is your gift
Make the climb it bares the mind whispers on painted trees
An angel on my shoulder or is Culloo watching me?
Atop a silent instant etches deep the soul
A young man I was blind but now I see I'm growing old
Pulp floats abandoned lives Arcadic beauty side by side
I see the pain hear the pride the strain of hill the pull of tide
Hope feast be alive on the shores of first sunrise
Reach out for the edges away from human ruse
Pull up upon the ledges where stone it comes blue
Where wind and wave together dance high upon the cliffs
Humble in the Land of Dawn resurrection is your gift
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Hinton, James William Sammon, Simon Cranny, Christopher Sargent
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