From the recording The Luggage of an Optimist
I remember like it happened yesterday,
the light, it was golden and low.
I recall how the breeze was calling out,
calling my name, it was calling my name.
And one day you'll know,
when the wind bears you home
to the land where the sea the meets the sun.
Until then, I'm sure that
there's more to the world
past the edge of the last horizon.
The very air filled with a
thousand good dreams,
and evening came sweetly.
A vision of water lay far ahead,
where it touched the sky.
The ground was so soft and a perfect green,
and that's where we met him.
He said that we'd no longer pass this way,
and so remember it all by another name.