Cull the silver bodies from the waves- Their shimmering lives in your fingers Call the coral islands from the bay and a mountain will rise [Hide away, hide away] Lay the little bones among the reeds And hide in the light of the ages Curl the bloody moon around the clouds and pull in the tide [Hide away, hide away] And all will be carried away In the surge and the wash of the waves To arrive on the shores of the islands Where the bodies will rise