Harbor sunrise lights the morning, downeast, rocky shore
The tide rushed in without much warning, changing what was there before
What was there before the sea rose? Who was I before this town
Swept me up in its chill water, filled my heart and set me down

And the tide rolls in whether or not I see you again
And the salt, green gray comes right to my doorstep
Then follows the moon back to sea
With or without me

Looking for some little treasure tumbled smooth by silt and spray
Searching for a means to measure what I mean to you today
What I mean is I belong here on this lonely strip of land
Cedar, pine, and black spruce forest, fishing weirs and charcoal sand

I still had the ring you gave me on that still October day
May you find it washed up somewhere
Tumbled smooth by silt and spray

And the tide rolls in whether or not I see you again
And I'll walk this shore whether or not you walk through my door
And the salt, green gray comes right to my doorstep
Then follows the moon back to sea
With or without me
With or without me