Now the sun sits on my hand

O where are you?

Walking the wind I fly above the shore of the town

To the hills where I can hear

The harbor bells ring slavery

Where the fortune teller sighs to me

O I see your woman in the raw

Ride a mare of stone and howl



I woke up

While morning built

The world with light,

Crossing their hearts,

Twelve sailor boys all stood in a ring

Round our bed,

And from the grass a dancer rose,

Shivering,

Oh the sailors pointing

Out to sea

And the dancer diving

Up the sky

'Til we forgot the day