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In the morning by the sea |
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As the fog clears from the sand |
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I have no money in my hand |
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I have no home, I have no land |
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But it doesn't trouble me |
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As I lay beside the fire |
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I am easy to inspire |
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There is little I require |
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I wasn't yours and you weren't mine |
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Though I've wished from time to time |
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We had found a common ground |
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Your voice was such a welcome sound |
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How the emptiness would fill |
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With the waves and with your song |
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People find where they belong |
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Or keep on |
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Through the never-ending maze |
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Where the way is seldom clear |
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There is no map or compass near |
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I drive a ship I cannot steer |
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Through the bleak and early morn |
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Where a stronger will is sworn |
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Where the moments move so slow |
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And seem to never let you go |
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When my hands are old and ache |
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And my memory flickers dim |
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And my bones don't hold my skin |
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There's no place I haven't been |
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I recall the days were few |
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That is all that I can do |
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Feel the carvings in the tree |
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That gives shade for you and me |
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