Coins for the Eyes

We dig for the gods that leave no bones
For the ship that sailed in a sunken sea
The vessel aloft in a sky of stones
The famine road and the merchants keep

Come and search for we who search
And looking for a scarred land
Turn the soil, weave the dream
Thread the river, rake the sand
And dig for those whose stories lie
With buried paths and futures won
And dig for us as we have done
To lay the dead out in the sun
To lay us dead out in the sun

Coins for the eyes and keys for the door
Fortress, grave goods, chambered tomb
Abandoned villages, rumours of war
We dig for pattern, reap the rules

And so a clue to who we are
And where we were, and why we will
Inheritors of knowledge now
And ancestors to those who still might
Dig for those whose stories lie
With buried paths and futures won
And dig for us as we have done
To lay the dead out in the sun
To lay us dead out in the sun

We dig for the lonely, the love, the worker
The pilgrim, the never and giant berserker
We dig and see the past arise
With its opening hand and searching eyes

Come and search for we who search
And looking for a scarred land
Turn the soil, weave the dream
Thread the river, rake the sand
And dig for those whose stories lie
With buried paths and futures won
And dig for us as we have done
To lay the dead out in the sun
To lay us dead out in the sun

A swan's wing, sheltering, sheltering, sheltering
A child's grave, grieving, grieving, grieving

And so a clue to who we are
And where we were, and why we will
Inheritors of knowledge now
And ancestors to those who still might
Dig for those whose stories lie
With buried paths and futures won
And dig for us, as we have done
To lay the dead out in the sun
To lay us dead out in the sun

As always, dead at rest
With their feet to the east, heads to the west
Feet to the east, head to the west