The Island Gospel

Days go by, falling slow
as a tree comes down
as a train gets louder
in the cold, cold night
in the cold, cold night

well hoist your little sail
out to sea, out to sea
and it's hard times here on out
in the cold, cold night
in the cold, cold night

just wait until the shoreline rises
'til the shoreline rises
like the very edge of heaven
of heaven