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 colours 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 choked on 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