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