We sailed all night beneath a following moon
’til we came to an island where it’s always afternoon
Where the air seemed to slacken the idle river’s flow
and even the light as it fell from the treetops was slow
We would stay but a day in this vaporous bastion
This place was just an answer and the world is built on a question
We walked down the beach until we came upon
a cadre reclining with faces like pale fronds
And eyes like a paintbrush wet-tipped in the spring
and of fruits and of flowers they gave us an offering
And it seemed but a lark to accept their suggestion
In this place that’s just an answer while the world is built on a question
We eat of the fruit and we lie down to rest
with a golden warmth like honey spreading across our chests
And our eyes start to close and our ears start to ring
and along with the song in the trees we begin to sing
You hills and you orchards, accept our confession
We would set our souls free from their constant oppression
In this place that’s just an answer while the world is built on a question
(Sailors' Chorus:)
Rest ye, brothers, on this sultry shore
Rest ye, and we will sail no more
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