Lyrics:

The sun is warm, the air is clear and still
Soon we'll be standing on the pier
They chased the devil from the church on the hill
And they offer you angels' tears
I never knew the name
Of the angel who flew too close to the flame
And maybe, maybe,
Maybe I never will

The sun is climbing high overhead
The distance fading from the view
A wisp of smoke is a homespun thread
Through silver and gold and blue
It comes as no surprise
That all these years under foreign skies
Has made me, made me,
Made me lose the thread

You can come in the night
Like a silkie from the sea
Eyes quick and bright
Full of destiny
Or like a broken king
In the hour before the dawn
Hoping to find your Avalon
Sun on the water makes you feel you can fly
But smoke on the water makes you cry
Smoke on the water makes you cry

Dusk is here and far in the west
Soon the fire will be gone
Reaching home is the hardest test
With the darkest night coming on
The ship of legend turns
And the mariner knows the sweetness that burns
And says he, says he,
Says he'll return at dawn

You can come in the night...