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.