Moorland Is the Sea - Latitudes

Keep the heathens at the door

Dim the light of the fire, till the fire is null

Keep the women by the shore

In the morning my love, your fire is gone

In the morning my love

Never trust the sea, never

Moorland is the sea

Did you wish to go, gently?

Give me one more year

Leave the heathens at the door

Dim the light of the fire, of our eyes, our sun

Keep the women by the shore

In the morning my love, a memorial

In the morning my love

A memorial

Never trust the sea, never

Moorland is the sea

Did you wish to go, gently?

Give me one more year

Moorland is the sea

I‘m lost

You know why