All the diamonds in this world
That mean anything to me
Are conjured up by wind and sunlight
Sparkling on the sea.
I ran aground in a harbor town
Lost the taste for being free.
Thank God, He sent some gull chased ship
To carry me to sea.
Two thousand years
And half a world away
Dying trees still
Grow greener when we pray.
Silver scales flash bright and fade
In reeds upon the shore.
Like a pearl in a sea of liquid jade
His ship comes shining.
Like a crystal swan in sky of suns
His ship comes shining
Home.
Come home.
