In the morning, by the sea
As the fog clears from the sand
Have no money in my hand
Have no home, I have no land
But it doesn’t trouble me
As I lay beside the fire
I am easy to inspire
There is little I require
I wasn’t yours and you weren’t mine
Though I’ve wished from time to time
We had found a common ground
Your force was such a welcome sound
How the emptiness would fill
With the waves and with your song
People find where they belong
Or keep on
Through the never-ending maze
Where the way is seldom clear
There is no map or compass near
Drive a ship back in the steer
Through the bleak and early morn
Where a stronger will is sworn
Where the moon moves so slow
And I seem to never let you go
When my hands are old and ache
And my memory flickers dim
And my bones don’t hold my skin
There’s no place I haven’t been
I recall the days were few
That is all that I can do
Feel the carvings in the tree
That give shape for you and me