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
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