-- 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