Undertow

I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of an undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl Oh, I set out one night But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of an undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl