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
 [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] 
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