High up on the hills watching the sea,
  Splinters in my hands from climbing the trees,
  To the place that you said was so easy to get to,
  But you were much older, you never thought I could get
  Such a long way up, but I look straing ahead.
  
  Silver blue the sea like sheets on a bed,
  At the edge of the world, a ferry-boat crawls away like a snail,
  leaving it all to me,
  I feel the branches move around me,
  I see the thistles along the boundary.
  Up along the boundary.
  Up along the boundary.
  
  I move patches of wind round the ??bales?? of glass,
  I shift shadows of clouds over the grass,
  I'm at the controls, there isn't a shell or rock on a beach
  That I couldn't reach,
  I feel the branches move around me,
  I see the thistles along the boundary.
  Up along the boundary.
  Up along the boundary.
  
  The sun pulls the hills the way the tide pulls on the sea,
  The waves and waves, grass is breaking, rolling over to me,
  And the sky is like a wheel, like a wheel, and I feel
  the branches move around me,
  I see the thistles along the boundary.
  Up along the boundary.
  Up along the boundary.
  Up along the boundary.
  Up along the boundary.