Whole life, endowed indite, in doubt Steadfast, Atlas Whole life, in doubt Should he fold will I be castaway Where I saw an ocean red Where I saw the sudden blue And the oath to go alone tell about it all to you Close hauled, close call... like land adrift Like nine daughters of fire and sea Black sand, sun swept along the isle Rain cloud chased out from over the pines Whatever comes, it comes in waves... Reeling waters If I fold will I be castaway Where I felt the sky FALL where I sought a hideout And I thought I’d light up And I thought I’d washout Should the steady come and go bear no weight Should the iris there unfold and remain as I heard the night fall and I thought of waking up