Letras
Wind come take me now
Before I go my own way
Bartered by the night
Three knots take me west
In the morning
Shall we find the Summerland
Beneath the quickening?
The quickening
Tired morning sun
Changing tack alone
Again
Nothing left undone
Make good my way
Oh, Atlas
Shall we find the Summerland
Beneath the quickening?
The quickening
In between the I and me