We float on the wind, but what are we
We rise in the sky
and flow trickling by
and continue to sigh
but what are we
and what are we
In our halls we have old grandfather clocks
that collect dust from all the years past
the old wood and metal and the bells of time
And the mist on the shore
glints in the sunshine
and the sighing breeze is like the rising brook
a storm coming slowly
water in the air
and a calming look
And the rain on the window
slowly trickles down
and the train moves by with a humming sound
and the marble floors
of the train station lobby
echo with the footsteps and people's voices
as they walk around
the beautiful train station
And the bell tolls
and the leaves fall
and the children play
and the horses run
and the children grow
and the snow it falls
but what are we
and what are we
And if you go to the sands of time
there's an ocean you might recognize
and it flows and it flows and it flows all day
the waves crash against the shore and say
"Sigh no more
and listen to the wind
and feel the spray
against your skin
and close your eyes
and breathe it in
and fall asleep
until night falls again
and look up at the stars
and breathe in their light
and read by the glow
of candlelight
and don't turn around
or fall to your knees
but turn around
and fall to your knees
and always look back
because the past is what matters
and the past is what's real
And if you lie
by the fire
as the embers crackle
in the dark
and drift off to sleep
in the warmth
and dream of the sun
you will soak in its warmth
and dream of a castle
and a beautiful garden
and a flowing fountain
and a few peach trees
and a cobblestone pathway
and an angel in the light
and a way to fly
into the sky
into the clouds
and down again
to the ocean below
where you splash in the water
and drift in the waves
until the sun
sets in the sky
the colors of sunset
enchanting your eyes
and as night falls
the moon will rise
but it's dark on the water
beneath the night sky
and you drift along
with the waves
until you see a lighthouse
on the shore
and you swim to the lighthouse
and climb up on shore
and sink to the ground
and rest on your back
as you catch your breath
then you rise to your feet
and walk down the dirt path
to the door to the lighthouse
and you open the door
the little wooden door
and you enter the lighthouse
and climb the metal spiral staircase
to the top of the tower
and you step outside
where you stand
on top of the world
with the sea breeze blowing all around
and the bright light below you
shining out into the night
circling back and forth
in a continuous arc
and then you fly
to the warmth of your bed
relaxing on the soft sheets
as the fan blows all night"
This is a story
of the way it was
and the way it was meant to be
as the chimes tinkled
in the afternoon breeze
and the wood felt warm
from the sun in the sky
And there were no people
to feel forgotten
and there was no goodness
that could go rotten
and the ice cream tasted
like heaven's cream
and the water from heaven
was not just a dream
and the ice castles floated down the stream
and rainbows danced in the glassy gleam
and the hole underground was not all it seemed
and you could taste the honey in an aurora beam
and the showers of rain poured from the sky
and you danced in the mud as the rain flowed past your eyes
and the oak trees whispered in the wind
and all you could think to do was spin
then fall to the ground dizzy and laughing
and sleep in the softness that was so relaxing
and as the boardwalk lights up the sea
and as the winter leads to spring
and as a seed grows to a tree
the water from the sky is what we drink
and as the sigh of morning's calm
lulls you to sleep like a gentle psalm
the sweetest thing is real fresh fruit
glistening in the morning dew
and as the peace of springtime's song
is nature and heaven saying you belong
the tenderness of springtime's touch
is the greatest feeling in the world
but what are we
and what are we
and what are we

You, you are definitely a diamond
but you are only in my dreams
and in my mind

They say you lied to the god in the sky
they say you stole the ocean's tides
they say you stole the jewels of the sea
and stole the ancient golden key
but I don't believe them

I think you glow with angel's light
I think you drink the morning dew
I think you breathe the sigh of the sea
and all of you is truth

And the chapel stone
is covered with moss
and the breeze whispers across
the quiet little wooden pews
on a Sunday morning in June

And when the waves break against the shore
the water will be wet and pure
and the bell will toll the even hour
in the beautiful belltower
and as the honeysuckle does taste
of sweet honey and heaven's grace
the water of the wishing well
holds the secrets that we tell
but what are we
and what are we
and what are we
and what are we