The one whose shame is left too long   Is the one whose name is lost along the   Clear and shallow shore      A reflection in the water stays    The thing it grew upon is an ashen sail    No more   Turn straw to gold how can you hold    Onto the courage to own a name    To think of raising up out of these seas   The thing that I will raise up is a dress I weave myself   Of freshly plucked anemones      So collect the flowers   In the shallow water all along the shore    And take them away with you   The eye and a reflection of an eye   Is what that flower sees    A space we've learned here too   Turn straw to gold    What can you hold onto the courage to own a name    To think of raising up out of these seas   The thing that I will raise up is a dress I weave myself   Of freshly plucked anemones      And I'll be in the water   See my hand come through the water   And their eyes do close up tight      And when they open again a sail is born