The Country of Love

One by one, the deckhands come
to carry our luggage above.
They’re loading the ship
to take us on a trip
far away to the country of love.

There are children crying on the landing
and old men with eyes of stone.
One by one, we must all turn from
the lives we’ve always known.

But tell me where we’re going.
Tell me we’ll go there together
to a land where wine is flowing
in sweet and sunny weather.

Tell me all your stories.
Tell me they’ll be true in time
in a land of a thousand glories,
in a land where you’ll be mine.

In the country of love
In the country of love

Forty nights upon the sea
with no sign of a branch or dove.
Have we lost our mark
as we sail through the dark
far away to the country of love?

I can’t see your face in the galleys,
down where we’re huddled like slaves
and the bodies reek
and my stomach is weak
as it reels to the rocking of the waves.

But tell me who you are again.
Tell me who it was I followed
in this little fragile frame
the tides are soon to swallow.

Tell me it was worth the pain
to love you through these stages.
Tell me all will be well again
where the tide no longer rages.

In the country of love
In the country of love

Will we be accepted there?
Will it be a world we’re worthy of?
There’s so much we lack
but there’s no turning back
as we sail to the country of love.

Had I known how it would change me,
I might not have left from the start.
But the mainsail lifted
and my life shifted
to fit with the shape of your heart.

In the country of love
In the country of love

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2008)

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