antarctica

long before i ever saw

the frost upon your face

i was haunted by your beauty

and it drew me to this place

i felt the chill of mystery

with one foot on your shore

and then and there resolved to go

where no man had before

maybe i was snowblind

but it seemed the wind spoke true

and i believed its stories then

as dreamers sometimes do

in antarctica

in antarctica

who knows what the powers may be

that cause a man to go

mindless of the dangers

out across the virgin snow

seduced by this ambition

i easily forget

the hopeless quest of shackleton

the dreamlike death of scott

maybe i was snowblind

perhaps it sapped my will

but something of my innocence

is wandering there still

in antarctica

in antarctica

in antarctica

in antarctica