WHO CALLS MY NAME
The land owns me, the sea wants me
The moon calls me, the sun taunts me
Oh, to be a vagabond and own only the road
To be free of these hard fields and seed needing sewed
To walk by the tide marks on the particles of time
The wreckage of mountains in peaceful recline
Who calls my name by the dark of the moon
Not the name I sign but the name I would be called
Where are the bright stars that would light my
Which is the path I will followWho calls my name by the dark of the moon
Not the name I choose but the one that I have lost
Whose shadow do I glimpse at corners I turn
Whose steps ring hollow
Who calls my name by the dark of the moon
Who calls my name by the dark of the moon