The Voyage of the Servant

I am a simple man, I am a simple servant I ply my trade in service to the King My hands are kept busy with the labors of my craft While my mind is free and lost in wandering But at night my shutters rattle from the cold wind out to sea And my thoughts are beckoned forth with words that haunt me The stars and the moon I made to help you serve Another night of restlessness as my dreams form into words A single candle wavers before my eyes As my vision returns and the fog begins to fade It is more than I have ever realized But at night my shutters rattle from the cold wind out to sea And my thoughts are beckoned forth with words that haunt me The stars and the moon I made to help you pray Someone's speaking in my ears, but the voice is not my own I know this voice, I know this man, even though I am alone Someone's standing there in front of me, getting closer to the dream It has come to life ex nihilo, nothing is ever as it seems But at night my shutters rattle from the cold wind out to sea And my thoughts are beckoned forth with words that haunt me The stars and the moon I made because I love you