With a fair wind and the sun ray We shell moor the harbour of the winds. And our pennant is clear, And we don't mean the fear Hiding in the gorges of the dark gloomy sheer In the night.
So the hills sink in the fogs of the night, But the fiery early morning power soon to come For the sky wind whisper The sky will be high Surely clear and high up over the world For the Wakers.
And we shell spread our wings And we shell rise up More higher than the clouds Moving to the flashes of the Star land. And we shell mind up The songs of our dreams Wondering and staring to the flakes of the white time flying high shining every time up over the world.
The twilight of the changing shadows Homeless runes of ancient moons pass. The tales of sorrow however Watches dreams in deserted grass Singing lullaby. And what's this story about?
Help 'em wake and see another day. Help 'em stay alive in a morning light. Wait 'em even though they don't care for the sunny side.