Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand?
Who has taken you, far from my land?
Who has said that my sayings were wrong?
And who will say that I stayed much too long?

Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning, taken my place
So make your way on, down to the sea
Something has taken you, so far from me.

Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies?
To see the earth, through painted eyes?
To look through panes of shaded glass?
See the stains of winter's grass.

Can you now return to from where you came?
Try to burn, your changing name?
Or with silver spoons and coloured light
Will you worship moons, in winter's night.

Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning taken my place
So make your way on, down to the sea
Something has taken you, so far from me.