Slow rising mist enfolding the landnSeawater shifts on a bed of sandnA forest of kelp dances beneath its motionnThe water moves with the tides of the oceannn[CHORUS] And here we arenWe have come this farnTo say a prayernon LindisfarnennHere in the rock, bathed in a gentle glownThe golden half-light of the setting sunnA shadow of wings flying fast and lownOut of my sight, into the distance gonen[CHORUS x4]