Where the dunes meet the coastline,

And the mountains wet their feet.

Where the clouds fall overhead,

And the land and ocean meet.

Where the gulls circle high above,

And from westward ways the wind will blow.

Where the boulders stand like giants,

And there’re no paths left to follow.

I’ll be standing on the water,

There’s a place here just for me.

I’ll be the king of my peninsula,

The Viking of my sea.

The sun beats down on bony water,

And the cool air sets me free.

The waves roll in an age forgotten,

When there were just three.

Singing sweetly to the swinging tide,

I’ll write down what the songbirds sing.

Lend me your staff,

I’ll cherish every living thing.

I’ll lie down on a sandy bay,

And wait on the evening tide

To sweep me gently out to sea,

At last, my heart is reconciled.