Set the course for a land That's so much better than this one It might be close at hand It's only two thousand years gone Raise the sail and catch the wind And watch the compass spin 'Til the needle points away from here And beyond the seventh sea Past the mountain of the white bird Where the dreamers wait for the time To reappear And so I lay me down to rest In the eye of the storm With the iron cross upon my chest And my mind unformed Take my hand and walk with me Through the gardens of the night And through the fields of heather Where the roses have no thorns In the land of two moons Where the rivers all run dry And the rain falls from the mountains To the valley of the horn Oh Won't you take my hand And so I lay me down to rest In the eye of the storm With the iron cross upon my chest And my mind unformed In the eye of the storm In the eye of the storm
