You were my earth,
whom I touched to feel the solid ground.
My sky, clean and blue,
when ever I feared the rain.
No siren call, of windswept seas,
could coax me from your shore:
my heaven, my earth,
whose ground I feel no more.
whom I touched to feel the solid ground.
My sky, clean and blue,
when ever I feared the rain.
No siren call, of windswept seas,
could coax me from your shore:
my heaven, my earth,
whose ground I feel no more.