Ey up, darling, dost thou see what I see?
A Will o' the Wisp of light...
A lantern, a star, I left burning for thee...
Shall it bring thee to me, tonight?

For this moment, there are no plans or schemes
By those who would lay siege to dreams.
Tonight, there is rest o'er just one more crest
And one last bend,
One last bend,
One last bend.

We will reach the end of this twisting road.
We will step out of haze into clear.
We will see an love always finds a way.
We will rediscover the things we thought dear.

Find me, swiftly, an thine eyes are failing,
For I can see, clearly, for now.
Hold me, tightly, while my senses are waking.
There shall be sights enough, I vow.

For this moment, thy wings keep us aloft
Until a sudden impulse, sweet and soft
Maketh our flight burn a course across the night
And wake on other shores,
Wake on other shores,
Wake on other shores.

We will reach the end of this twisting road.
We will step out of haze into clear.
We will see an love always finds a way.
We will rediscover the things we thought dear.

Ey up, darling, dost thou see what I see?
Shall it bring thee to me, tonight?

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Phaestian, in the year 414 AF.