Summer On the West Hill

From my seat I see the fields move by Colours strong, it's been a long, long time It's the first time I see summer on the West Hill I lean back and let my eyes just go Floating now where they want to float They seem to take to the horizon Now I know there is a world beyond The small place I was coming from I feel at home here, in the middle of nowhere I will never know the names of these Places that I travel through to reach the coastline I've been told I will be there in time Please, ocean cloud Let there be no storm on the crossing below Please, ocean cloud Let there be no storm on the crossing below Please, ocean cloud Let there be no storm on the crossing below Please, ocean cloud Let there be no storm on the crossing below