Follow the storm, I've got to get out of here...
Follow the storm as you take to the sky...
Follow the storm now it's all so crystal clear,
Follow the storm as the storm begins to rise...
I stood out here once before
With my head held in my hands,
For all that I had known of this place
I could never understand.
On the hills the fires burned at midnight,
Superstition plagued the air,
Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight,
the stars are out and magic is here...
I saw three ships a-sailing in from across the sea
Strangers ne'er were welcome but for curiosity
But come they did and when they did ready they did stand
And things would never be the same in our Village on the Sand...
With the wind in the willows
The birds in the sky
There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie...
We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind
Over on the hill
There grows a flower
Growing quicker still
More perfect by the hour
Deep within that flower
Is a tiny chair
All a-fringed with gold
The fairy queen sits there...