Will O' the Wisp - Steve Howe

Break the chains that keep us here

The dirty city and unwholesome wares

Free the grip from round my head

My eyes long to see the fields instead

As time doth slowly and sorely creep

The distant mist I sense before me Wisps about my feet

Tell me what happened to me She’d say, it was meant to be Go off and journey someplace

I’ll see you after winter

You know it can always happen

So near to the end

Love has a funny habit of Running out on you

Just in time you’ll be here

Living by the river

Mixing with friends, I know them

Sharing touch and beauty

Belgium is just a place I remember

Streets of rain, one forgotten night

Early flight

We just slipped away

Sharing breakfast, nothing left to say