Текст песни Journey

Watching the dusk from the pier Lowering the tip of my toes into the unknown A time honoured heron Is standing tranquill in the low tide As from the earliest times It lifts its heavy cloak And elopes As if it was a falling star I make a whish Behind your house The old oak is feathered With all these falling stars nearby You may whish for more... So here I am Watching the dusk from the pier Lowering the tip of my toes into the unknown Starting my journey from this moment