Above a darkened sea I lie,
No home to call my own,
Beneath the pin-pricked velvet sky,
I thought that I had known.

'Twas war which brought me to this place,
'Twas war which set me free!
'Twas war which slew a thousand beasts
And left none but me.

The silver moon is high, so high,
The sun has sunk down low,
As I sit on my ship with a sigh,
And string arrow to bow.