Three Little Things

I got three things in my pocket

That I always bring with me

A stone, an eagle feather

And a small shell from the sea

The stone has been for ages

It is old and gray and wise

The snow white eagle feather

Has fallen from the skies

And the little seashell

Been riding with the tide

So tiny and so brittle

Still so strong inside

Life's a rough and lonely ride

At least it's been for me

My ship was wrecked, I nearly died

But now I'm drifting free

I keep coming up for air

Through salty tears I see

A stone, an eagle feather

And a small shell from the sea

Now the sea is always hungry

There ain't nothing it won't eat

The proudest dream will go down

And must admit defeat

Bleached and bones of sailors

Lie rusting the caves

Reminders of the cruelty

Of the weary waves

I'm searching the horizon

For a lighthouse on the shore

Where I can heal myself again

Sleep forevermore

Life's a rough and lonely ride

At least it's been for me

My ship was wrecked, I nearly died

But now I'm drifting free

I keep coming up for air

Through salty tears I see

A stone, an eagle feather

And a small shell from the sea

I hold on to three little things

They've saved me many times

Carried me through storms

And kept me alive

The earth, the sky

The ocean so wide

Life's a rough and lonely ride

At least it's been for me

My ship was wrecked, I nearly died

But now I'm drifting free

I keep coming up for air

Through salty tears I see

A stone, an eagle feather

And a small shell from the sea

And a small shell from the sea