When I first came to this island
that I called by own name
I was happy in this fortress,
in my exile I remained
But the hours grew so empty
and the ocean sent her waves
In the figure of a woman
and she pulled me out to sea

When [bad word] down to take me home
send my soul away
When [bad word] round you'll make me whole
send my soul away

On the altar of a sunrise
was a wedding in the waves
And inside her shown a young light
from her labor I was saved
Though I've traveled long in darkness
in her harvest I'm embraced

When [bad word] down to take me home
send my soul away
When [bad word] round you'll make me whole
send my soul away

Now the spires and the gables
grow in orchards to the sky
And the blessings on my table
multiply and divide

When [bad word] down to take me home
send my soul away
Yeah when [bad word] round you'll make me whole
send my soul away

Yeah when [bad word] down to take me home
when [bad word] round you'll make me whole
Yeah when [bad word] round to take me home
Send my soul away
send my soul away
Send my soul away
send my soul away