Now the sun sits on my hand

Oh, 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

Oh, 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

Out of 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