Shepherd, as you watch your flock
Do you worry for the ones you can't see?
Keep your watch in the night
Maybe you'll see me
Crouching on a high branch, eyes up in a tree
Maybe you'll see me
I stand only under stars
In the righteous wind whistling, cutting the dark
I sharpen my claws in the night
Until I spot you in the moonlight
I'll roll in just like the fog
I'll curl on the shore and you'll hear the song
Everything comes to a head
There down by the delta, deep in the bed
You flatten the grass where you lay
The mud becomes hard in the day
You will know who I am