The Wolves And The Ravens

In the morning by the sea

As the fog clears from the sand

I have no money in my hand

I have no home, I have no land

But it doesn’t trouble me

As I lay beside the fire

I am easy to inspire

There is little I require

I wasn’t yours and you weren’t mine

Though I’ve wished from time to time

We had found a common ground

Your voice was such a welcome sound

How the emptiness would fill

With the waves and with your song

People find where they belong

Or keep on

Through the never-ending maze

Where the way is seldom clear

There is no map or compass near

I drive a ship I cannot steer

Through the bleak and early morn

Where a stronger will is sworn

Where the moments move so slow

And seem to never let you go

When my hands are old and ache

And my memory flickers dim

And my bones don’t hold my skin

There’s no place I haven’t been

I'll recall the days were few

That is all that I can do

Feel the carvings in the tree

That gave shape for you and me