These Are Old Hands

The Wind tells stories

Of those lost at sea

As night is creeping closer

A light in the Window

And a song in your Heart

I just want to come home

I smell the earth

And dream of the sea

My days are getting shorter

Three steps from the grave

Two wishes from home

The night is nearly over

If fate would come

To break my stride

Before I reach the harbour

Lay me down

In the same cold ground

That wore me to the bone

Speak no words

And shed no tears

They will be lost forever

Three steps from the grave

Two wishes from home

The night is nearly over

Let the rains come

To wash us all away

Time to let go of these old hands of mine

Raise your fists

Towards the sky

Days are slowly fading

I curse the ground

I walk upon

Won’t carry me any longer

Break the soil

And dig a hole

Go sit in it forever

Three steps from the grave

Two wishes from home

The night is nearly over

Let the rains come

To wash us all away

Time to let go of these old hands of mine