Skimming Stones

And in the end, it all comes to nothing my friend
The church bells still will chime
Admitting the constant fellowship of time
When the moment comes and the moment comes
Unannounced to us all

I watched my father slip away
From the bedside armchair comfort on a summer's day
Looking for signs
Of something more than wastefulness
Unconsciousness... playing skimming stones
By the banks of the river... skimming stones
The banks of the river... skimming our life's stones

With a coin to pay his ferryman
I set him free upon the sea
Floating home, floating home
A garland on the ocean
And tears in our eyes
Contemplating everything
In the sight of paradise... skimming stones

And in the end it makes for everything, my friend
The morning sun will still arise
Welcoming the constant fellowship of time
When the moment comes, when the moment comes...
Unannounced to us all...
Skimming stones