Words and Music ©
1-2-2005 Mark E. Horning
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From before history
was written, to the future's distant shore,
The yearnings stay unsated, to learn and to explore.
The stars above
stand silent watch, as time goes passing by.
Eternal in the
ageless night -- Guideposts
in the sky.
With little more
than courage, and a club of bison bone,
We'd travel over
hill and vale and through the woods we'd roam
Pursuing where the
game would lead in the age of hand worked stone,
Relying on the stars
above, -- to guide us back to home.
Chorus:
The
stars burn bright to guide us, as we journey far away,
As
they've stood fast to guide us, for all our yesterdays,
Through
the ages span, since the dawn of man,
The
stars keep burning bright.
In
the deepest night, we seek the sight,
Of
the star shine's guiding light.
We learned precision
steering In the age of sail and wood
With sextant and
with compass on the wooden decks we stood.
With nothing but the
tall proud ships, and the stars to guide them by,
We conquered seas
and continents, -- before we learned to fly.
In time, on cloth
and metal wings, we learned to rule the sky,
With wooden prop or
turbojet across the world we'd fly
And when it grew to
dark to see the landscape down below,
We'd look up to the
stars above, -- to point us where to go
-Chorus-
We have caught the
photons cast out from our very own home sun
And tacked along the
stellar wind on the Terra-Martian run.
No boom, no waves,
no crashing surf, just round spinnaker sail
No clouds to block
the beacon guides, -- that burn on without fail.
Now we ride the
fusion fire, of our own bright captive star,
And set our course
of travel on a journey light-years far,
The stars are all
around us as, the ship begins to race.
We'll journey by our
beacon guides, -- and meet them face to face.
-Chorus-
In the deepest night
look to the sight the stars are
shining bright!