Horizon
Eugenia C Winwood, Steve Winwood
Horizon in the distant sky
The steady line fixed my eye
For a million miles
Long quiet of the afternoon
Dripping lights of evening
I'm no longer blue
There's a lamp
If you've lost your way
Stars to guide
Soft fields to lay
Safe harbor from a restless sea
Deep pools of silence calm me
So I can be
Wind whispers
The fog has cleared
The sound of sacred music
That I long to hear
I am here to the very end
No more anxious thoughts within
New seasons pass in front of me
Now there's a world where I find
I can smile at thee