I'll spread my sail of silver And loose my rope of silk My golden thread, yellow red Pried from sand and silt It can't be sold, this...

Ripples they go running on the incoming tide Whisper of laughter side to side No one goes looking whoever they may be No one goes seeking...

I've seen the tops of the trees grow taller than me I've seen the table we built grow lichen and weeds I've seen the sun and the martins...