Wovenhand - Swedish Purse lyrics

Falling from her braided hair New morning on the stereo Close together on the page We live it down She has made place for me And life for those our children Sewn into her swedish purse I think upon these things Chosen by candlelight As great trees have fallen Quietly and to herself This is my language Again I am away at sea Looked upon with sharp eyes Father how far am I It seems forever as the crow flies Again I am away at sea Tossed about under a mean sky Lord how far am I How far am I