On a distant shore, miles from land Stands the ebony totem in ebony sand A dream in a mist of gray On a far distant shore
The pebble that stood alone And driftwood lies half buried Warm shallow waters sweep shells So the cockles shine
A bare winding carcass, stark Shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way Dry tears Crisp flax squeaks tall reeds Make a circle of gray in a summer way, around man Stood on ground
I'm trying I'm trying to find you! To find you I'm living, I'm giving To find you, to find you I'm living, I'm living I'm trying, I'm giving
