Mist that hangs like silk, soaking in the rain   Trees that rise like ghosts, bearing people's names   And a sea that takes me where I do not know   But I gladly go      Shrouded in the sweetest grass I've ever known   This my earthly bed, my beloved home   But the voice that calls me to the far away   I can only trust every word you say      And here I am, out on the edge of the world   And here I am, out on the edge of the world   With You, With You      Shall I leave the print of my knees upon the sand   This my final prayer in my native land   Shall I turn my face towards the shining sea   Taste the salt of tears for those I have to leave      And here I am, out on the edge of the world   And here I am, out on the edge of the world   With You, With You