Cast adrift, there's time for me To think of all that i have been, that i have been To ponder upon your word to me To own the gift you've given to me
With the turning tide and the falling leaves With the drifting snow, i begin to see With the dawning day, opening for me The meaning of your word to me
Be at peace upon the open sea Accept and know your worth to me With the turning tide Share the gift wherever you may be And ever, only, always sing to me
And give as freely as i have given to you And serve your brother whom i will reach through you.
