Earth stream and tree encircled by the sea . Waves sweep the sand from my island . My sunset fade , field and glade wait only for rain .Grain after grain love erodes my high weathered walls which fend off the tide  cradle the wind to my island . Dark harbour quays like fingers of stone hungrily reach from my island . Clutch sailor's word- pearls and gourds are strown on my shore . Equal in love , bound in circles , earth stream and tree return to the sea . Waves sweep the sand from my island , from me . ( Peter sinfield pour King Crimson ) .