James Harvest Barclay Harbour
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. Faces in a setting sun Say again that we soon will be one. Faces in a setting sun Say again that we soon will be one.
