Song from the End of the World

Here is the smell

Of seafood pie

A broken tower

On the open sky

A chain of islands

Rolling West

In sight of the house

Where we are guests

A rambling old river

Twist through the fields

Ancient names

Imprinted on shields

Gifts arrive

For a baby girl

Born a queen

At the end of the world

Furious music

From an open door

The sound of feet

Beating on a stone flood

Always the wind

Always the form

Of an elder God

Hooved and horned

The head of the mountain

Lost in a cloud

A country woman

Soft and proud

Into the bay

The horses swirl

For we come to the sea

At the end of the world