The Myth

When the seabirds come To close my eyes and leave my body behind When my time is come To lift this worried weight from my spine I want to bathe in amber, by the quite bay I want to feel the water, on my naked legs The salt drying on my skin When the seabirds come And they will know the names of everyone I know Lemons on a lemon tree slowly drying up It will be alright I would sing for their lives I would sing for their lives If I knew the words When the seabirds come Ships in an orange sky And birds of brilliant white, fly low to talk to me Remind me of the child, who I used to be Running on tiptoes I would sing for my life I would sing for my life If I knew the words