Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer,
You've been away roamin' far away from here
Weathered a storm, your heart unafraid
Crossed every ocean in the boat that you made.
Been blowin' your horn, scarin' the spooks,
No crotchets or quavers in your books,
Gone sailin' all night, straight in the vein
Like a bird on his own flight in his domain
In the sky...
In the sky...
Runnin' in on the tide with the first of the stars.
The moon on the water and the sound of guitars.
Glide into the homin' as the night falls,
Tie up in the haven by the old harbor wall.
And the hard-bitten stranger, deaf as a post,
Who stands at the fire where a poet's dreams roast,
He can't know the story, he can't feel the pain
And all of the glory falls around him like rain
In the sky...
In the sky...
You're a light in the dark, beacon of hope,
And strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope,
And the vagabond wind whispers over the bay,
And the songs and the laughter are carried away
In the sky...
In the sky...
In the sky...
In the sky...