Coins for the Eyes

We dig for the gods that leave no bones

For the ship that sailed in a sunken sea

The vessel aloft in a sky of stones

The famine road and the merchants keep

Come and search for we who search

And looking for a scarred land

Turn the soil, weave the dream

Thread the river, rake the sand

And dig for those whose stories lie

With buried paths and futures won

And dig for us as we have done

To lay the dead out in the sun

To lay us dead out in the sun

Coins for the eyes and keys for the door

Fortress, grave goods, chambered tomb

Abandoned villages, rumours of war

We dig for pattern, reap the rules

And so a clue to who we are

And where we were, and why we will

Inheritors of knowledge now

And ancestors to those who still might

Dig for those whose stories lie

With buried paths and futures won

And dig for us as we have done

To lay the dead out in the sun

To lay us dead out in the sun

We dig for the lonely, the love, the worker

The pilgrim, the never and giant berserker

We dig and see the past arise

With its opening hand and searching eyes

Come and search for we who search

And looking for a scarred land

Turn the soil, weave the dream

Thread the river, rake the sand

And dig for those whose stories lie

With buried paths and futures won

And dig for us as we have done

To lay the dead out in the sun

To lay us dead out in the sun

A swan's wing, sheltering, sheltering, sheltering

A child's grave, grieving, grieving, grieving

And so a clue to who we are

And where we were, and why we will

Inheritors of knowledge now

And ancestors to those who still might

Dig for those whose stories lie

With buried paths and futures won

And dig for us, as we have done

To lay the dead out in the sun

To lay us dead out in the sun

As always, dead at rest

With their feet to the east, heads to the west

Feet to the east, head to the west