SEABURN

To our fore the harbour lights
Shining out like beacons burning
They can stop this endless night
They can stop the wheels from turning
Faces in a setting sun
Say again that we soon will be one
Starlight rakes the silver wing
Bringing home its sons and daughters
No-one knows the state I'm in
Spinning swift above the waters

HARBOUR, Barclay James Harvest Not a brilliant recording but the only one I could find at short notice.

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