Footsteps on the sea, nets upon the sand
Seabirds flying free, the sower sows his land
I was only singing songs of billowed sails and sea
Mending nets on yellow sand when my brother said to me:
‘See who walks the shore, yonder by the tree
One who walks so tall, a preacher-man is he’
I was only singing songs of billowed sails and sea
Mending nets on yellow sand when he came up to me
Eyes that bore the sea a thousand ages old
Fixed their gaze on me, a thousand tales were told
Later on the tide came in and washed my nets away
And shadows long heard a fisherman’s song
But my bed it empty lay
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,
I was only singing songs of billowed sails and sea
Mending nets on yellow sand when he said: ‘Follow me’.
