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