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