In a dark and distant year
A wanderer ancient and austere
He surrounds himself with books he's never read
He was a child then, the world inside his head
He would often wonder, who
Could love a dreamer such as you?
And so he trusted no one's shadow, but his own
He was a fool then, and he was all alone
Then quite to his surprise
Passing there before his eyes
A girl, unlikely, gently laughing by the shore
She had unlocked his heart and let his spirit soar
And on that golden, hopeful day
The boy was bold enough to say
Come, hold my deepest secrets here among the foam
You are the world to me
And you, you feel like home
