come the wind and the storm as the wills go to war on me and my eyes unfold as it comes to take hold so stop and pick up where we left off and watch theres little room left for talk cover my eyes im told but the bright turns my eyes to gold were better off around the oak trees in the park theyre watching over me with their arms im gonna build me a ship that will take me home cover my eyes im told but the bright turns my eyes to gold come the wind and the storm as the wills go to war on me and my eyes unfold as it comes to take hold