I am the one who was shipwrecked
Off the coast of Africa;
Who saved the life of Lovat's daughter,
Swept along by the Beauly in spate.
I have inherited the Second Sight -
The same fine bones, a tendency to silence,
And the confidence that comes from knowing
Impatient death will have to wait.
Leaves of the same book,
Leaves of the same tree;
The thing that's looking out through all our eyes
Plays on, disguised as me.
Impatient death will have to wait.
Leaves of the same book,
Leaves of the same tree;
The thing that's looking out through all our eyes
Plays on, disguised as me.
