Umi

Sea waves turn green and grey and up to where they die Rise others vaster yet to only swell and sigh to fade in the morning sky, oh They are the sea made land were brought to fishers' town To cast out on a strand the men she could not drown fishermen from the town, oh Fishermen are weary, brittle fearless men Changing course, the wind folds them in it's own hands Dunes are grim and dreary, boats in lifeless sands Rise others vaster yet to only swell and sigh to fade in the morning sky, oh Fishermen are weary, brittle fearless men Changing course, the wind folds them in it's own hands Dunes are grim and dreary, boats in lifeless sands