Living by the Water

I was living by the water Late July moon's early quarter Summer mornings, early dawnings Paid no heed to me, gave no warning Of their endless way On the mountain, there my song I'll sing As the wind plays in the crow's wing And I saw moorland horses Dancing over the plains of the deadland marshes Sun is shifting in the wind Oh, these times, they have no end On the lonely sands It was there I made my way Tide is turning; there's no waiting Day was long; now, the sun is setting Sun is shifting in the wind Oh, these times, they have no end On the lonely sands of the western strands It was there I made my way I was living by the water Late July moon's early quarter Summer mornings, early dawnings Paid no heed to me, gave no warning Of their endless way By the sea curlews calling Hear the summer stars are falling Fire burning in the sun Lighting up their way On the lonely sands of the western strands It was there I made my way