The evening sun quietly sets To spread its final glow Over the mountain silhouettes And crystal crowns of snow Land of fools and sages Where legend never dies Cause nothing ever changes Under Messinian skies Out on the waves a fishing boat Is sailing through the night Two headlamps on a mountain road The distant harbour light Land of countless ages Where time goes in disguise Cause nothing really changes Under Messinian skies Seasons come and seasons go Taken to where the winds blow Brought back by the tides Sail on home, sail on home Where seeds of our longing were sown And the dolphin rides The mountain tops across the bay Are rising from the mist As darkness fades to shades of grey We dream and reminisce About this land of leisure And bittersweet goodbyes Wish we could stay forever Under Messinian skies Wish that we could stay forever Under Messinian skies