In the beacon that I follow
In the light there that I see
In the beacon that I follow
When I’m on my way to me
I could learn to be a painter
See the colors on the waves
I could learn to feel an anchor
From the steady of your ways
In the beacon that I follow
In the light there that I see
In the beacon that I follow
When I’m out here on the sea
When I’ve worn out all my hopeful
When I’ve dug out every well
When I’ve swallowed every mouthful
Told every story I can tell
In the hand that holds the hollow
In the dream that lives awake
In the fear I go and swallow
When I feel that earth quake
In the courage that I borrow
In the light there that I see
In the beacon that I follow
When I’m on my way to me
