I see the shadow of a tall tree fading in the sunless sky 
I feel the aching of an old bruise healing, blue and black as night 
I will go, 
I will where the cold wind blows 
I will rise, 
I will rise when the new moon glows 
I feel the cadence of the breakers pounding me into the stone 
I hear the memory of an old love calling me to come back home 
I will go, 
I will where the cold wind blows 
I will rise, 
I will rise when the new moon glows