Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
We have come to journey´s end
Sleep now
Dream – of the ones we came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You´re only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come
To carry you home
And all will turn to silver glass
A ligth on the water
All souls pass
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don´t say
We have come now to the end
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you´ll be here in my arms
Just sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come
To carry you home
And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West
Lange nicht gehört, Wirkung trotzdem nicht verfehlt.
Ein Gefühl vom Heimat, von Frieden und ein bisschen Unbehagen, ein wohliges Unbehagen.
Ein bisschen erlaubtes Traurigsein, nur um sich dann der Erleichterung hinzugeben.
