all the diamonds in this world
that mean anything to me
are conjured up by wind and sunlight
sparkling on the sea
i ran aground in a harbour town
lost the taste for being free
thank God He sent some gull-chased ship
to carry me to sea
two thousand years and half a world away
dying trees still grow greener when you pray
silver scales flash bright and fade
in reeds along the shore
like a pearl in sea of liquid jade
His ship comes shining
like a crystal swan in a sky of suns
His ship comes shining.
(Stockholm -- 25/7/73
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