deep the water
lying on the grass
sinking in recurring dreams
beneath the canopy - pines bow into the blue
along the gambles i have always been
king of nothing
I sing of what I know
cats on the jetties when the moon hangs low
in that moment i know
I'm old
I'm old as the gale
that drove our fathers to sea
it's the north wind stirring the clouds
rocking the water, my rocky seabed
once the gravel on the roads, I'm every rover to ever rove
this rambling, rambler's coast
tired waves sing of what was lost,
an entire nation buried under a cross
all that cross can tell me -
I'm old
I'm old as the gale
that drove our fathers to sea