The winds are loud
The oceans sway
Yet strong remain the stony cliffs
Hold their place o'er watery strife

At times I must, below the earth
The waves of change dive under
The sea from above, they stir
The streams, they mix
But mountains arise
Firm solace of ground
Where we, sure of foot
Watch them dissolve together

Where the water gently laps
At graveled shores
Where heather blooms
As free men keep unfailing watch
A quiet place, a lonely place
I shall go to it, for one last time
And be carried
By those who knew me in life
Take me and empty me
From a vessel and leave me there alone