Is the song of the wind The tide coming in Or is it the voice of a storm? And the sea gulls that cry From what do they fly For joy or for danger to warn? And the sun glowing red When it finds its sea bed Will it know when it ought to arise? Should I wait by the sea Just a lantern and me To coax it again to the skies? Has the tide really learned At the black rocks to turn? Will the shore folk be safe while they sleep? Do the captains at sea Know where they ought to be Or o
