In a dark and distant year A wand'rer ancient and austere He surrounds himself with books he's never read He was a child then, the world inside his head. He would often wonder, Who Could love a dreamer such as you? And so he trusted no one's shadow but his own He was a fool then, and he was all alone. Then quite to his surprise Passing there before his eyes A girl unlikely, gently laughing by the shore She had unlocked his heart and let his spirit soar! And on that golden, hopeful day The boy was bold enough to say Come, hold my deepest secrets here among the foam You are the world to me, and you you feel like home.