And so, now that our babes are men

Those shifting stars forever dicing down

Between our dreams

Where will it stay?

The sea lays down

Its golden vengence now

Revealing to the land

All the softness of the soul

Dawn will bring us gifts.  At home

The lamp still burns.  Alone

They see the glow

Sails are cast from painters clouds

As morning burns to day

Leaving us a life

We mount the path

Of the river

To be pleased to see your face

Upon this earth