The Moon Knows His Name

I walk where the heather leans into the tide
Barefoot on stone where the shadows hide
A lantern sways in my trembling hand
Calling the winds that once knew this man

Oh the sea won't speak, and the stars hold still
But the moon knows his name and always will
I weep to the tide, to the rocks, to the rain
And the moon hears his name, again and again

The village thinks I'm lost to the gale
A ghost in the dark with my salt-stained veil
But none see the glint in the breakers' white
When he calls me softly from under the night

Oh the sea won't speak, and the stars hold still
But the moon knows his name and always will
I weep to the tide, to the rocks, to the rain
And the moon hears his name, again and again

One night the sea gave back what it stole
He came in rags with the eyes I know
No boat, no oar, no breath nor cry
But his hand found mine beneath the sky

Now they walk where the waves once came
No voice, no word, but the moon knows their name