nine daughters

Whole life, endowed
Indite, in doubt
Steadfast, Atlas
Whole life, in doubt

Should he fold
Will I be castaway

Where I saw an ocean red
Where I saw the sudden blue
And the oath to go alone
Tell about it all to you

Close hauled, close call... like land adrift
Like nine daughters of fire and sea
Black sand, sun swept along the isle
Rain cloud chased out from over the pines
Whatever comes, it comes in waves...

Reeling waters If I fold
Will I be castaway

Where I felt the sky FALL
Where I sought a hideout
And I thought I’d light up
And I thought I’d washout
Should the steady come and go bear no weight
Should the iris there unfold and remain
As I heard the night fall
And I thought of waking up