down by the cold sea there lives a wild swan
who floats high on the harbour till all tides are gone
all alone in this world she sails by her leave
and the heart of this viewer forever she'll thieve

as dawn gathers shadows about its own hand
the white swan sings melodies broken in sand
and if you do hear her for haunted you'll be
as your mind floats like rivers down to the sea

the heart of a woman in the guise of a bird
floating on old dreams that outgrew the world
and every summer she's there and she's past
to places where light and love seldom do last

some say the wild swan was once but a pair
so split by some bullets that flew through the air
and around those same bullets was a terrible lie
that stole all the beauty from out of the sky