A Sailor's Lament - The Idea of North

Was woken by the song of a bird in her nest

Perched high above the sorrows of men and of kings

She tended to her young in the shield of her wings

Gazing down on a world that was shaded in gray

No one noticed the man where he lay

Rising up from the bench as he greeted the morn

Still with hope in his heart from a past that was torn

Nothing left but his swag and the blue memory

Of his love who was lost on the sea

Crying out through the town for his voice to be heard

Though the only one listening to him was a bird

Please find me my lover, please find me my friend

How I long for her in my arms again

Fly high

Spread your wings until the wind lifts our souls into the sky

Fly high

Tell my lover I could never say goodbye

With a tear in his eye he longs for the past

For the day they made vows for their love that would last

In the warmth of the evening they ran young and free

And they waltzed till the sun kissed the sea

From out of the shadows a woman appears

In the place where her lover once lived many years

All remained was a headstone engraved with the phrase

I loved you for all of my days

Fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high, fly high