These Are Old Hands

The Wind tells stories
Of those lost at sea
As night is creeping closer

A light in the Window
And a song in your Heart
I just want to come home

I smell the earth
And dream of the sea
My days are getting shorter

Three steps from the grave
Two wishes from home
The night is nearly over

If fate would come
To break my stride
Before I reach the harbour

Lay me down
In the same cold ground
That wore me to the bone

Speak no words
And shed no tears
They will be lost forever

Three steps from the grave
Two wishes from home
The night is nearly over

Let the rains come
To wash us all away
Time to let go of these old hands of mine

Raise your fists
Towards the sky
Days are slowly fading

I curse the ground
I walk upon
Won’t carry me any longer

Break the soil
And dig a hole
Go sit in it forever

Three steps from the grave
Two wishes from home
The night is nearly over

Let the rains come
To wash us all away
Time to let go of these old hands of mine