This Water - IDA

There’s a bird on the land

There’s a bird on the bay

There’s a sun in the sky

But it won’t go away

And the clock on the wall says remember

All that you’ve said

Don’t think of the dangers you could have avoided

If only he’d stayed

Oh, this water is making my death

Every season stealing my man from my bed

And if this winter should carry him through to the next

All I can offer is yours to take

Keep me from cold

Keep me from foolish mistakes

Make me a woman whose love knows how to wait

As the fist on my pillow beats down in a midnight rage

Let the wind in his sails carry him back to the bay