If I'd been older, I'd've surely stayed
Crashing waters on St. James Bay
Crumbling towers, each made out of clay
Shallow waters lead me astray
Light of summer
On your newborn face
Winds of winter
The warmth of your embrace
Ten thousand leagues 'til I reach the sun
Sails caught the breeze but the waters rough
Holding you close now, tell me I'll be fine
Hope this brings you some peace of mind
Light of summer
On your sea-worn face
Winds of winter
The thought of your embrace
The bounty of your grace