In the morning, by the sea As the fog clears from the sand Have no money in my hand Have no home, I have no land But it doesn't trouble me As I lay beside the fire I am easy to inspire There is little I require I wasn't yours and you weren't mine Though I've wished from time to time We had found a common ground Your force was such a welcome sound How the emptiness would fill With the waves and with your song People find where they belong Or keep on Through the never-ending maze Where the way is seldom clear There is no map or compass near Drive a ship back in the steer Through the bleak and early morn Where a stronger will is sworn Where the moon moves so slow And I seem to never let you go When my hands are old and ache And my memory flickers dim And my bones don't hold my skin There's no place I haven't been I recall the days were few That is all that I can do Feel the carvings in the tree That give shape for you and me