| there is a road down the sand to the sea and in the morning the children take it down there is a wind carries sounds of their play back to the quiet streets of town oh bring me clear and the light falls softly now bring the light there is still time, there is still time there is still time in this bright dusty day for a trip to the air by the sea there is still time in an opening eye for one more memory oh bring me clear bring the night so softle now bring the night so as the day, so as the sea so as the day turns above all the roads all the roads turn to footsteps going home so as the sea turns to welcome the land all the children come home come home come home so softly now come home come home |