Mist that hangs like silk
Soaking in the rain
Trees that rise like ghosts

Bearing people's names
And a sea that takes me
Where I do not know

But I gladly go

Shrouded in the sweetest grass

I've ever known
This my earthly bed
My beloved home

But the voice that calls me
To the far away
I can only trust every word you say


And here I am
Out on the edge of the world

With You, With You

Shall I leave the print of my knees

Upon the sand
This my final prayer
In my native land

Shall I turn my face
Towards the shining sea
Taste the salt of tears

For those I have to leave