When walking along the shore in the hour before dawn
I saw a slither of burning gold
Sharing a meal with the horizon
I marvelled at the splendour of my find
And gave alms to a sceptic beggar
When walking along the shore in the hour before dawn
I saw a slither of burning gold
Sharing a meal with the horizon
I marvelled at the splendour of my find
And gave alms to a sceptic beggar