I am but a journeyman, Travelling pathways of life
I hear echoes of voices in valleys, And see shadows of faces
Between crevices of light

Chorus:

Earth, Moon, mountain and sea, Stone, sand, all turning in me
And I hold, yes, I hold in the palm of my hand
The stone, the stone, Until they all become sand, until we all become sand.

I am but a seagull, A searchlight that longs
For the ones that I love but they are all seeds in me
They are all seeds in me