Earth Is Thine

I'm laid beside the morning and I watch it waking
I'm the first to be kissed by the sun
I wipe my brow with a tattered sleeve and drink the clouds in
Across the sea the day is unbegun

But the day's not of my making
It's alive with the blood of time
The world's not mine for shaking
It's his, or hers, or theirs, never mine
The earth is thine

It's hungry on this island in the north east ocean
Hardy are the grasses on the rocks
Ripped 'til raw and ridden sore by the wind with its howling
My fists have punched the sky, the ground I've torn

But the day's not of my making
It's alive with the blood of time
The world's not mine for shaking
It's his, or hers, or theirs, never mine
The earth is thine

I'm dead before the morning but it don't cease breaking
The birds still sing their chorus at the moon
They'll find my bones in their tattered sleeves and some might wonder
Who I was and who else sang my tune

But this day's not of my making
It's alive with the blood of time
The world's not mine for shaking
It's his, or hers, or theirs, never mine
The earth is thine