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
[CHORUS] And here I am, out on the edge of the world (x3)
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 toward the shining sea?
Taste the salt of tears for those I have to leave
[CHORUS x2]