-- Key B6 1) I love to be with the sea - The grains of the sand counting me - I leave there a print of my passing To hang in the sea's gallery. CHORUS And no one can dig to the place Where footfalls are saved and remembered - Where nothing is ever erased - But lives in the heart of the sea. 2) Oh it's there I can see round the Horn Into the dark eyes of a mother She nurses and rocks her first born In a hut built of ashes and feathers. 3) And it's there I can hear the sharp cry Of the hunter who falls with the hunted - Who looks to the same cavern sky And calls my name over and over. Repeat 1 then CHO