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.
--Bruce Cockburn
