The sun may stopped rising
Light in mornings growing
Horizon sky from sea dividing

Clouds of waves separating

Grey have been our days

For longer than one will remember
Not a breath of wind in weeks
And ages of the last rainfall


Yet the oars strike into the dusk
Steady keep the rowlocks sounding

Let the morning bring land or more sea
Into the dusk will the oars lead us


Grey is night
Grey new dawn
Grey the light

Grey light gone

Feel no wind

See no shores
Never shall we turn back
Never shall we stop


Let the sun stop rising
Moon at nights appearing

Clear sky between clouds flashing
Night from day differing


Grey shall be our days
For as long as journey remains
We welcome cold and rough wind

Into the dusk will the oars lead us