And she turns away from the sunset,
Looking for darker skies.
She waits for the great awakening,
When the night shall open it's eyes.
And the cold waves crash on warm sand,
While tears warm a cold, cold face.
Wrapped up in his old MacKinnon cloak,
And the memory of his warm embrace.
And she searches, without any guide,
Through all of the heavens, for thee.
Wondering which of those eyes up above
Belong to her love, lost at sea.
For the call of something strong and sure
Told him to find nature's laws
On a tall ship that catches the wild, wild winds,
And he'd navigate by the stars.
And she sees the way that he was,
Hold to the light in his eyes.
And the last words he spoke before he sailed away,
'It's a good night for stars.'
It's a good night for stars.