Waterboys Song From The End Of The World
Here is the smell of seafood pie a broken tower on the open sky a chain of slands 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
