The moon hung high... in the canopy of sky.
The coastline neared... and the deckhands cheered.
The mast stood tall... like the best of us all.
I thought of the clear light and the places that we hide
In a church in Saskatchewan.
On the shore appeared men... like a welcoming parade.
Banners, flags and arsenal.
But they were not what they appeared to be... as their white flags fell.
Banners, flags and arsenal.
I looked up at the moon... and at the water down below.
I tried to remember things... that the pastor used to say.
In a church in Saskatchewan.
I lay on the deck... as the cannonballs soared by overhead.
The hull gave in... water came rushing in all around.
I thought of the farm... and the work to be done.
I thought of the clean light... and the places that we′d hide
In a church in Saskatchewan.