When I die
The ferns ‘ll go on
And the fish in the sea
Slivers of dawn

And once I was a Fisherman’s wife
Couldn’t talk
Couldn’t speak
And I liked him latching on

All the way

When they come
With great big plows
To turn our streets upside down
I’ll wait for you

And when I was a Rocket ship
It was so clear
We are children of a Dying Sun
So young

And I’ll wait for you
I’ll wait for you

All the way

When I die
The ferns ‘ll go on
And deep in the dark
The fish that carry
Their own light