My oar breaks the water We glide through the darkness She fills the night with her song My heart won't let go As we slide onto shore She whispers I won't be long I'll be here in the springtime When the frost still lines the air Be gentle with yourself, dear Cause you're on your own from here Now into the fog Goes my own one true love And down a road unseen I push off from land An oar in each hand And the river, she rocks me to sleep And I dream of the springtime When the poppies just start to bloom I look to the west, dear And hope to see you soon But I wake in the night And I'm taking on water I don't have the will to bale And it's sink or it's swim It's lose or it's win When you're gone, the trade winds wale So come home in the springtime When the laurel floods the road We'll count down through the days, dear Till once again you'll go