sail on the surface of the sea
blown along by a moonbeam
mirror of a distant flame
ever change and stay the same
like the bowing of a string
you can hear everything
in the wind in the willows

set into motion all our plans
years spent dreaming of our land
carve every moment into stone
tap, tap, tapping the timbre and tone
now, it is you and me setting

sail on the surface of the sea
blown along by a moonbeam
mirror of a distant flame
ever change and stay the same
like the bowing of a string
you can hear everything
in the wind in the willows

first, we must lean into the oar
bonfires receding with the shore
then see the constellation
from the stars of our adoration
loose now the silver sheets of our

sail on the surface of the sea
blown along by a moonbeam
mirror of a distant flame
ever change and stay the same
on the surface of the sea
blown along by a moonbeam
mirror of a distant flame
ever change and stay the same
like the bowing of a string
you can hear everything
in the wind in the willows