I left one night
with the low tide
there were signs in the sky
but I didn't know.

I was trapped in the grip
of the undertow
abandoned on a beach
where the sea hates to go.

With a child in my arms
and a chill in my soul
and my heart was shaped
like a little dish for alms.

I left one night
but I didn't know.

I was trapped in the grip
of the undertow
abandoned on a beach
where the sea hates to go.
With a child in my arms
and a chill in my soul
and my heart was shaped
like a little dish for alms.