Cull the silver bodies from the waves-
Their shimmering lives in your fingers.
Call the coral islands from the bay and a mountain will rise.
[Hide away, hide away]
Lay the little bones among the reeds
and hide in the light of the ages.
Curl the bloody moon around the clouds and pull in the tide.
[Hide away, hide away]
And all will be carried away
in the surge and the wash of the waves
to arrive on the shores of the islands
where the bodies will rise.