The sea beneath the cliff is the blue in my mother's eyes
That came from blue in her mother's eyes
Thrown on down the line
By our family who worked the field on borrowed land above the ocean
My family worked the field on borrowed land

Higher hills do not provide for hearts born of coral and moss
Where rain won't flow beyond the stream, and water is captive to the well

There was a gentle man; I've always known his children's songs
Blue eyes were hardened by the war, but still he went on singing
Night can't hide a man when his eyes are tearing
The night can't hide his cries: "There's only a few of us left"

Higher hills do not provide for hearts born of coral and moss
Where rain won't flow beyond the stream, and water is captive to the well

I've known that age old blue: eyes and homes with siren's tunes
Has left a deep desire for a home beside the water
Shady rhythm calms the night, and that voice is never still
You know a voice is never still, and a voice is never silent

Higher hills do not provide for hearts born of coral and moss
Where rain won't flow beyond the stream, and water is captive to the well