Lyrics Steve Hackett – Set Your Compass
Text:
Underneath a sailing moon
Lemon lime ginger soft glow
Scale the woodland around the dale
Rising falling through hedgerows
With her train the queen of night
(Her pale window)
(Calming your fear)
(With the Earth)
Slowly turning the tide (in the lowland)
From the long arms of the sea
Set your compass by your dream (falling)
Grazing sheep have lost their way
Fifty fathoms below the bay
(Her pale window)
(Calming your fear)
(With the Earth)
Slowly turning the tide (in the lowland)
From the long arms of the sea
Set your compass by your dream (falling)
Grazing sheep have lost their way
Fifty fathoms below the bay
Windward of the sunken rock (blowing)
Faces set like gravestones (staring down)
Oarsmen pull to cleave the brine
Neath the blackcliffs their cross-bones
Under the waves and put to right
Toy armies too rusty to fight (in the lowland)
Cling to the wheel how deeply you breathe
Set your compass by your dream (falling)
Grazing sheep have lost their way
Fifty fathoms below the bay
Album
Steve Hackett – Steve Hackett - Wild Orchids
Steve Hackett – Cedars Of Lebanon
Steve Hackett – The Fundamentals Of Brainwashing
Steve Hackett – Why
Steve Hackett – Wolfwork
Steve Hackett – Man In The Long Black Coat
Steve Hackett – Ego And Id
Steve Hackett – To A Close
Steve Hackett – A Girl Called Linda
Steve Hackett – Down Street
Steve Hackett – Set Your Compass
Steve Hackett – Waters Of The Wild
Steve Hackett – A Dark Night In Toytown