Where I Like To Stand - Vashti Bunyan

The hound bays, the sheep graze

I’m counting the boats in the bay

As they float they seem to say:

«I'm counting the waves, I’m counting the waves»

The men in the boats, they wave to their wives and say:

«I'm counting the hours, counting the hours

Counting the hours in the day»

I’m counting the gulls that sit on the waves

Surrounding the boats in the bay

I’m counting the miles till we’re there

Where the sun and the rain and the snow

Fall on the seeds and make them grow

Fall on the rocks and make them crack

Into pebbles and into sand

Which is where I like to stand

The hound bays, the sheep graze

I’m counting the boats in the bay

As they float they seem to say:

«I'm counting the waves, I’m counting the waves»

The men in the boats, they wave to their wives and say:

«I'm counting the hours, counting the hours

Counting the hours in the day»

I’m counting the gulls that sit on the waves

Surrounding the boats in the bay

I’m counting the miles till we’re there

Where the sun and the rain and the snow

Fall on the seeds and make them grow

Fall on the rocks and make them crack

Into pebbles and into sand

Which is where I like to stand