Waves breaking on your shore
Oh winds sharp and cold
And on the rock by a distant hill
The lighthouse shines
Sound crashing from the north
A freight train rolling through
In your heart you're as free as air
Wind whisles like a ghost
Oh salvation lies
On a rock by a distant hill
The lighthouse shines
We used to sail a boat called To The Windward
She went down through the sands of Hosta Bay
We used to ride so high above the ocean
All the memories she had have passed away
To The Windward
Waves breaking on your shore
Oh winds sharp and cold
And on the rock by a distant hill
The lighthouse shines
Oh winds sharp and cold
And on the rock by a distant hill
The lighthouse shines
Sound crashing from the north
A freight train rolling through
In your heart you're as free as air
Wind whisles like a ghost
Oh salvation lies
On a rock by a distant hill
The lighthouse shines
We used to sail a boat called To The Windward
She went down through the sands of Hosta Bay
We used to ride so high above the ocean
All the memories she had have passed away
To The Windward
Waves breaking on your shore
Oh winds sharp and cold
And on the rock by a distant hill
The lighthouse shines