Here is the smell Of seafood pie A broken tower On the open sky A chain of islands Rolling West In sight of the house Where we are guests A rambling old river Twist through the fields Ancient names Imprinted on shields Gifts arrive For a baby girl Born a queen At the end of the world Furious music From an open door The sound of feet Beating on a stone flood Always the wind Always the form Of an elder God Hooved and horned The head of the mountain Lost in a cloud A country woman Soft and proud Into the bay The horses swirl For we come to the sea At the end of the world