The dream belief with a black turning sea Where the sun has a winterwinds veil The perfect ship, fully equipped With everything but the sails I worship the strong, power of song The lifestyle of man did I choose Excepted the quest, come to the crest And from the top I saw you I thought that I had a license to fly Shook his hand and I looked in his eye To my dismay I was betrayed And my fortunes have turned into lies To dream believe is harder it seems Wisdom of age as a tool But I wouldn't trade one single day Because of the storm I found you To dream believe on a midsummer sea Adrift where the summerlight gleams A morning dawns the masts that stand strong And the sails are spun from our dreams