Sand

I had a father. I loved him well Where he has gone no-one can tell He has slipped through my hands like sand, like sand He has slipped through my hands like sand I had a grandmother, cheerful, kind Stepped from her flesh, too far to find She has slipped through my hands like sand, like sand She has slipped through my hands like sand I had a son, went into the dark My guardian, my bold one, my singing lark He has slipped through my hands like sand, like sand He has slipped through my hands like sand Out on the tide, where the billows roar Sits the boat that will carry me to their shore I shall slip from the land like sand, like sand I shall slip from the land like sand