Lyrics:

Here is the smell of seafood piea broken tower on the open skya chain of islands rolling westin sight of the house where we are guestsA rambling old river twists through the fieldsancient names imprinted on shieldsGifts arrive for a baby girlborn a queen at the end of the worldFurious music from an open doorThe sound of feet beating on a stone floorAlways the wind, always the formof an Elder God, hooved and hornedThe head of the mountain lost in a clouda country woman, soft and proudInto the bay the horses swirlfor we come to the sea at the end of the world