Текст: Mark Knopfler. Kill to Get Crimson. In the Sky.

Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer
You?ve been away roamin? far away from here
Weathered a storm, your heart unafraid
Crossed every ocean in the boat that you made

Been blowin? your horn, scarin? the spooks
No crotchets or quavers in your books
Gone sailin? all night, straight in the vein
Like a bird on his own flight in his domain

In the sky
In the sky

Runnin? in on the tide with the first of the stars
The moon on the water and the sound of guitars
Glide into the homin? as the night falls
Tie up in the haven by the old harbor wall

And the hard-bitten stranger, deaf as a post
Who stands at the fire where a poet?s dreams roast
He can?t know the story, he can?t feel the pain
And all of the glory falls around him like rain

In the sky
In the sky

You?re a light in the dark, beacon of hope
And strong as a sea boat, strong as a rope
And the vagabond wind whispers over the bay
And the songs and the laughter are carried away

In the sky
In the sky
In the sky
In the sky