Edge Of The World

Mist that hangs like silk, soaking in the rain
Trees that rise like ghosts, bearing people's names
And a sea that takes me where I do not know
But I gladly go

Shrouded in the sweetest grass I've ever known
This my earthly bed, my beloved home
But the voice that calls me to the far away
I can only trust every word you say

And here I am, out on the edge of the world
And here I am, out on the edge of the world
With You, With You

Shall I leave the print of my knees upon the sand
This my final prayer in my native land
Shall I turn my face towards the shining sea
Taste the salt of tears for those I have to leave

And here I am, out on the edge of the world
And here I am, out on the edge of the world
With You, With You