Underneath a sailing moon 
Lemon lime ginger soft glow 
Scale the woodland around the dale 
Rising falling through hedgerows 
With her train the queen of night 
(Her pale window) 
(Calming your fear) 
(With the Earth) 
Slowly turning the tide (in the lowland) 
From the long arms of the sea 
Set your compass by your dream (falling) 
Grazing sheep have lost their way 
Fifty fathoms below the bay 
Windward of the sunken rock (blowing) 
Faces set like gravestones (staring down) 
Oarsmen pull to cleave the brine 
Neath the blackcliffs their cross-bones 
Under the waves and put to right 
Toy armies too rusty to fight (in the lowland) 
Cling to the wheel how deeply you breathe 
Set your compass by your dream (falling) 
Grazing sheep have lost their way 
Fifty fathoms below the bay