The tide is out
Last year, I sat and listened to the sea weed dry.
Understanding that I was getting old.
I knew my tears when I watched them cry
They were mine I knew it, I had been told.
A lot had passed since now and then.
Nights are not sleeping, babies are growing children are weeping
Adults are knowing that nothing changes in the day light
The worst of things don’t grow right
All sorts of sins walk towards the plight
Why did you for bring me in to this night?
Recorded on Skye June 2nd 2012