Slow rising mist Enfolding the land Seawater shifts on a bed of sand A forest of kelp dances Beneath its motion The water moves With the tides of the ocean And here we are We have come this far To say a prayer On Lindisfarne Here in the rock Bathed in a gentle glow The golden half-light Of the setting sun A shadow of wings Flying fast and low Out of my sight Into the distance gone And here we are We have come this far To say a prayer On Lindisfarne