Lyrics:

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.