Lyrics:

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

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