The dream belief with a black turning sea
Where the sun has a winterwinds veil
The perfect ship, fully equipped
With everything but the sails
I worship the strong, power of song
The lifestyle of man did I choose
Excepted the quest, come to the crest
And from the top I saw you
I thought that I had a license to fly
Shook his hand and I looked in his eye
To my dismay I was betrayed
And my fortunes have turned into lies
To dream believe is harder it seems
Wisdom of age as a tool
But I wouldn't trade one single day
Because of the storm I found you
To dream believe on a midsummer sea
Adrift where the summerlight gleams
A morning dawns the masts that stand strong
And the sails are spun from our dreams
Where the sun has a winterwinds veil
The perfect ship, fully equipped
With everything but the sails
I worship the strong, power of song
The lifestyle of man did I choose
Excepted the quest, come to the crest
And from the top I saw you
I thought that I had a license to fly
Shook his hand and I looked in his eye
To my dismay I was betrayed
And my fortunes have turned into lies
To dream believe is harder it seems
Wisdom of age as a tool
But I wouldn't trade one single day
Because of the storm I found you
To dream believe on a midsummer sea
Adrift where the summerlight gleams
A morning dawns the masts that stand strong
And the sails are spun from our dreams