On the border of the land
The dry land where I’d always longed to be,
The dry land where I’d always longed to be.
But I am not happy yet.
Now I long for the wet.
For the soft soothing dampness of the waves.
My gown once soft and fair to see
Is now as dry as dry can be
Which makes me sigh for the dampness of the waves,
The soft soothing dampness of the waves.