Asia Four

It's quiet here now, your once surly needs, more heat off your brow, I can see the waves, where praise be, you know what I give, there's cold in my bones, I lay back dearie me, my face like a stone, grant me the days, where I run carefree, through the fishing gates, men with barren tones, say have a drink on me, cry on my shoulder, they plead for a stay, beyond their wife's reason, I'm just the same, in the blue dawn, a chime in the Belfrey, I make my way home, look out at the sea.