Interpret:

Blackmore's Night

Album:

Fires At Midnight

I saw three ships a-sailing in from across the sea 
Strangers ne'er were welcome but for curiosity 
But come they did and when they did ready they did stand 
And things would never be the same in our Village on the Sand... 


When the ships pulled in to dock the villagers did hide 
When trouble came it usually was brought upon the tide 
When the pirates disembarked they were making plans 
And from then on things were not the same in our Village on the Sand... 


The smugglers came into our town and many sought to run 
I stood my ground bravely and came face to face with one 
Time and travel on the seas weathered face and hand 
He was different than others in my Village on the Sand... 


He told me of the years he'd spent on the stormy seas 
Then he spoke a poet's words of philosophy 
And when he had to leave again he asked me for my hand 
And I knew I'd never see again my Village on the Sand...