Leonard Cohen
Undertow


I set out one night
When the tide was low
There were signs in the sky
But I did not know

I'd be caught in the grip
Of the undertow
Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl
I set out one night

But I did not know

La......
La......

I'd be caught in the grip
Of the undertow
Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl
I set out one night