The Last Song

There’s a song that’s blowing through my mind,
You can hear in the wind that brings the tide,
And leads me sailing on,
To the setting sun of last goodbyes,
And a land I can call my home.

Though the shadows lie ahead,
And the journey’s just begun,
I can’t escape that haunting sound,
Of better things yet to come,
Of better things yet to come,

And a song that’s blowing through my mind,
You can hear in the wind that brings the tide,
And leads me sailing on,
To the setting sun of last goodbyes,
And a land I can call my home.

When I reach that brighter shore,
I will find the melody,
To satisfy this wandering heart,
And all the peoples join to sing,
All the peoples join to sing,

With the song that’s blowing through my mind,
You can hear in the wind that brings the tide,
And leads me sailing on,
To the setting sun of last goodbyes,
And a land I can call my home.