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