On the far away shores of Naraway Fae
live a simple, fair people who do dream by day
of another life, far, far away
away from the shores of Naraway Fae.

They stare at the city, on a distant shore
and think of a life they may have lived before
before they lost their shelter, before they were poor
and they had to take leave from that distant shore.

“Come with me,” cries a sailor to his lovely bride,
“Come and we’ll find a new place to hide
away from this obstinate, stubborn, lost pride.
Come with me,” cries the sailor from the deck to his bride.

“Come with you and find what?” asks the bride with disdain
“A saddened existence out there in the rain?
You don’t know if there’s happiness or if there’s pain.
What you’re asking is foolish,” states the bride with disdain.

“My dreams are at the mercy of wind,” he admits with a sigh,
“But with you beside me, I’ll always get by.
You said you’d love me forever, or was that just a lie?
You’re the star that I steer by,” he says with a sigh.

She weeps and she joins him, this obstinate girl,
her old life behind her as the white sails unfurl.
Leaving their safety for an uncertain world,
this young, wistful sailor and his obstinate girl.

On the far away shores of Naraway Fae
live a simple, fair people who do dream by day
of another life, far, far away
away from the shores of Naraway Fae.