Into the West
Lay down, your sweet and weary head
Nights is falling, you have come to journey’s end
Sleep now, and dream of the ones who came before
They are calling, from across the 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 whites’ 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 in 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 whites ….
There are grey ships into the West.