In which hour, will we find peace

Which days will end, the sweet relief?

Could you or I, resist the flames

Or shrivel—die—in course, in vain?

Who shall find us, O brilliant one?

Of fire—heat! of glow of sun

Let us alone confide

The similarities of god and time

Leave me in evantide

To witness the marriage of land and sea

Tell us what we can do

To staunch the coming dawn anew

Keep me far away from you

Let me sink so I can be free

Off the deck and into day

One second too soon, three too late

Fall down, O let fall on me

The marriage of land and sea

In this hour, will we find peace

Our days will end, in sweet relief

Could you or I, walk over tides

Or calm the storm of those who died?

You will find us, O brilliant one

Sitting at your table

At the shore

Waiting for our ship to come