When I reached the Northumberland Strait,

I felt the whisper of a voice from somewhere,

far away from where I have been,

it seemed to be an echo from the next Full Moon.

And the living fog,

the Mystic Shores,

that have beguiled me,

for such a long time now.

I could feel you,

before I touched you,

dancing under this next Full Moon,

these are the moments we long for.

When I reached the Red Island,

I did not need to know where I was,

I just had to know how I felt,

sailing on the high seas and a dream.

Gathering up everything that I am,

venturing out to find this moment,

some say the man sails the high seas,

for the woman.

Some say the fog and the Mystic Shores,

and the precious moments of this sweet life,

send the man out to sea,

to find the truth in your arms.

I choose to say,

I have arrived,

and bless your sweet soul,

I will not forget.

Please believe in me,

I believe in you,

be brave and I,

will be brave too,

please trust me,

I trust you.