Turn To the Nearest Star
Turn ye to the nearest star
young mate out bound and free
I know just where the treasures are
we'll find them,you and me
we fell into dark circumstance
along the milky way
but I know where the gypsies dance
and all is fine today
The wind is blowing from the west
sweet zephyrs through the night
we wont be stopped,we shall not rest
until we catch the sight,
that purple veil across the moon
that mist along the spar
the signs to spin the wheel and turn
toward the nearest star.
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