all the diamonds in this world

that mean anything to me

are conjured up by wind and sunlight

sparkling on the sea



i ran aground in a harbour town

lost the taste for being free

thank God He sent some gull-chased ship

to carry me to sea



two thousand years and half a world away

dying trees still grow greener when you pray



silver scales flash bright and fade

in reeds along the shore

like a pearl in sea of liquid jade

His ship comes shining

like a crystal swan in a sky of suns

His ship comes shining.



(Stockholm -- 25/7/73)