The Myth

When the seabirds come
To close my eyes and leave my body behind
When my time is come
To lift this worried weight from my spine

I want to bathe in amber, by the quite bay
I want to feel the water, on my naked legs
The salt drying on my skin

When the seabirds come
And they will know the names of everyone I know
Lemons on a lemon tree slowly drying up
It will be alright

I would sing for their lives
I would sing for their lives
If I knew the words

When the seabirds come
Ships in an orange sky
And birds of brilliant white, fly low to talk to me
Remind me of the child, who I used to be
Running on tiptoes

I would sing for my life
I would sing for my life
If I knew the words