New Moon

I see the shadow of a tall tree fading in the sunless sky
I feel the aching of an old bruise healing, blue and black as night
I will go, I will go, where the cold wind blows
I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows
I feel the cadence of the breakers pounding me into the stone
I hear the memory of an old love calling me to come back home
I will go, I will go, where the cold wind blows
I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows
I will go, I will go, where the cold wind blows
I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows
I will go, I will go
I will go, I will go