Евгений Егоров / Елена Минина - The White Ship

The ocean blue, green, black, or white, an ancient memory, the dreams of time And when the moon is full and high the secret lore and tales of yore will come alive Across the line out of the deep There, from the south comes The White Ship Walk on the bridge of the moonlight beams An’ glide away on silent waves into the dreams Sailing, wandering Far away, passing by The lily-lined shore Mystical, magical, Glorious, glittering The sparkling sea around Who had not lost a sense of wonder And wish to go beyond or yonder Just close your eyes fall into slumber So you can leave the waking world Then you can dream that you’re in heaven There is no age no now nor never And you can stay there forever Inside a dream, where you