Текст песни
With an eye pressed to the spyglass counting constellations.
On the shores of distant oceans charting undiscovered lands;
the collectors and observers,
curators and explorers, re ectors of light.
Dare to be wise, think for yourself, see much further.
Go build a steam-driven machine or a rocket to the moon,
dig the earth for ancient worlds, look back in time,
tell the story from the start, the story of us.
How did this all come to pass? Merchants of light.
Such wonders here,
without fantastic things.
The curiosity of man
nding form and shape and truth.
But from an age of reason reaching out across the land
from the centuries of light
to leaden skies
and distant thunder.
Meet me at the mead hall in winter, set the world to right
with songs, science and stories
hold back the fading light.
Artists and dreamers and thinkers right here by your side
nding truth in those travellers' tales on this brief ight of life.
Bring word of your engines and designs, your medicines and poetry
and meet me at the mead hall in winter, we'll set the world to right
with songs and science and stories hold back the fading light.
Artists and dreamers and thinkers are right
here by your side, reaching for the far skies
and the undiscovered depths, following a dream of the West.
Here in science and art and beauty and
music and friendship and love, you will nd us,
the best of what we are,
the poets and painters, and writers and dreamers.