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Mist that hangs like silk soaking in the rain
Trees that rise like ghosts bearing people's names
And the sea that takes me where I do not know
But I gladly go
Shrouded in the sweetest grass I've ever known
This my earthly bed, my beloved home
But the voice that calls me to the far away
I can only trust every word you say
And here I am out on the edge of the world
And here I am out on the edge of the world
And here I am out on the edge, on the edge of the world
With you, with you, oh
And should I leave the print of my knees upon the sand?
This my final prayer in my native land
Should I turn my face toward the shining sea?
Taste the salt of tears of those I have to leave
And here I am out on the edge of the world
And here I am out on the edge of the world
And here I am out on the edge, on the edge of the world
With you
And here I am out on the edge, edge of the world
And here I am out on the edge of the world
And here I am out on the edge of the world
With you, with you
With you, with you