She sailed over the distant horizon
Now it is time she came home

The Archaeologists' Chorus:
'A thousand years have passed;
It's time to bring her home'

A long time ago
When stories and legend were born
At the edge of the world
They made a stand before the storm

She saw light from a distant horizon
Now it is time she came home

The Archaeologists' Chorus:
'A thousand years have passed;
It's time to bring her home'

A long time ago…

Halfway through a month of Sundays
The rain at the window
Outside in the fields on the chalkhills
Stone makes the earth
Kingdoms may fall
But people remain
A fountainhead
Walks the same path
The low winter sun
The light is so old here
And shadows are cast by the stones
Along the road
The hollow ways
That lead us home
Lead us home again

The Archaeologists' Chorus:
'She sailed over the distant horizon
Now it is time she came home.'
A thousand years have passed;
It's time to bring her back home