Coins for the Eyes

We dig for the gods that leave no bones For the ship that sailed in a sunken sea The vessel aloft in a sky of stones The famine road and the merchants keep Come and search for we who search And looking for a scarred land Turn the soil, weave the dream Thread the river, rake the sand And dig for those whose stories lie With buried paths and futures won And dig for us as we have done To lay the dead out in the sun To lay us dead out in the sun Coins for the eyes and keys for the door Fortress, grave goods, chambered tomb Abandoned villages, rumours of war We dig for pattern, reap the rules And so a clue to who we are And where we were, and why we will Inheritors of knowledge now And ancestors to those who still might Dig for those whose stories lie With buried paths and futures won And dig for us as we have done To lay the dead out in the sun To lay us dead out in the sun We dig for the lonely, the love, the worker The pilgrim, the never and giant berserker We dig and see the past arise With its opening hand and searching eyes Come and search for we who search And looking for a scarred land Turn the soil, weave the dream Thread the river, rake the sand And dig for those whose stories lie With buried paths and futures won And dig for us as we have done To lay the dead out in the sun To lay us dead out in the sun A swan's wing, sheltering, sheltering, sheltering A child's grave, grieving, grieving, grieving And so a clue to who we are And where we were, and why we will Inheritors of knowledge now And ancestors to those who still might Dig for those whose stories lie With buried paths and futures won And dig for us, as we have done To lay the dead out in the sun To lay us dead out in the sun As always, dead at rest With their feet to the east, heads to the west Feet to the east, head to the west