Big shade in deep water

He'll look up at me

I'm above, He's below

I think of him as the dinner of tonight

But he sees me through the sunlight



My boat is to small for the rough times

So I prefer hot summer days like these

And when the rowing makes blisters in my hand

I must think of getting myself to land

And when the rowing makes blisters in my hand

I must think of getting myself to land



And when the sun drops down in the western horizon

I put on the coat that will keep me warm

If my trip home happens in the pouring rain

I wish that tomorrow brings sunlight again

If my trip home happens in the pouring rain

I wish that tomorrow brings sunlight again



And if I where one day to bring with me my worries

My boat will not cope It would sink like a stone

If only the lord would look at me as a friend

I know that I would be safer then

If only the lord would look at me as a friend

I know that I would be safer then