Tim Buckley I Woke Up
Now the sun
Sits on my hand
Oh, where
Are you?
Walking the wind
I fly above
The shore of the town
To the hills
Where I can hear
The harbor bells
Ring slavery
Where the fortune teller sighs to me
Oh, I see your woman in the raw
Ride
A mare of stone
And howl
I woke up
While morning built
The world
With light
Crossing their hearts
Twelve sailor boys
All stood in a ring
'Round our bed
Out of the grass
A dancer rose
Shivering
Oh, the sailor's pointing
Out to sea
And the dancer diving
Up the sky
Sing
'Til we forgot
The day
