Headed For Byzantium
Headed for Byzantium
1989
With only sun and crawling mist around
You set sail for Byzantium, my love,
Your cargo was my angry words, your tears,
You carried our longing sighs and unspoken fears.
Ahoy! Wife of a wandering man
Cutting across dark seas and sorrows:
The winds whisper tales of my desire
While you wrestle phantoms in a lost empire.
With ancient chants and sweet incense
You braved storms and clashing rocks
To reach the Savior’s cherished port and pray
Ask that he take from me the power to dismay.
Ahoy! Wife of this wandering man snatch my dream
And sail with me in flesh, fire and flowing hair
Trade my love and desire with your peace and joy,
Your eyes look for mystery; give me your hand. Ahoy!
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