Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1970, 2020

Fifteen thousand starships land
In the rising light of the morn
Waiting for the time to lift
for the cluster, Capricorn
Where the starwar soon begins
Between the Orthians and the Norn

Soon the command is gi'en to go
In the rising light of the morning
And a splend'rous sight so seldom seen
As the ships are heaven-born
And the captains plot their course
And depart for the base, Cape Horn

Soon there's nothing left to be seen
In the rising light of the morn
Backtrails vanish into the sky
As we think on ystermorn
And mothers start to mourn
Their first and last sons born