Erika Lundahl - Exiled - Live Lyrics

Searching my heart for its true sorrow
This is the thing I find to be
That I am weary of words and people
Sick of the city, wanting the sea

Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness
Of the strong wind and shattered spray
Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound
Of the big surf that breaks all day

Always before about my dooryard
Marking the reach of the winter sea
Rooted in sand and dragging drift-wood
Straggled the purple wild sweet-pea

Always I climbed the wave at morning
Shook the sand from my shoes at night
That now am caught beneath great buildings
Stricken with noise, confused with light

If I could hear the green piles groaning
Under the windy wooden piers
See once again the bobbing barrels
And the black sticks that fence the weirs

If I could see the weedy mussels
Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls
Hear once again the hungry crying
Overhead, of the wheeling gulls

Feel once again the shanty straining
Under the turning of the tide
Fear once again the rising freshet
Dread the bell in the fog outside

I should be happy,-that was happy
All day long on the coast of Maine!
I have a need to hold and handle
Shells and anchors and ships again!

I should be happy, that am happy
Never at all since I came here
I am too long away from water
I have a need of water near

Edna St. Vincent Millay