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!