The furrowed bed of sand worries again
As it had before, waves left the land
For the falling leaves the child weeping alone,
He's letting go of the anchor and all the lines
waiting for the fingers of the grey wave
or his mother's hand to roll over him
with endless water10,000 bridges
Show me father
Now I'm older, now much older
And this wake can take me out to sea
I feel the pull beneath my feet
I can see her, she is calling
I can feel her thereI can feel her there
waiting for the fingers of the grey wave
or his mother's hand to roll over him
with endless water10,000 bridges
Show me father