An ear is all they need, br A touch is all they'll take br To turn the tide around. br O' that we were on solid ground br But then you slipped away from me br And ran into the sea so cold. br O' that my hands were not so weak, br That you were not so bold! br br My heart of flesh, my wounds still fresh br As I gaze upon the distant waves, br Wondering how far to the shore they can br And if they'd come again. br Holding my love with these liberal hands br This much I understand - br My heart is flesh, my wounds still fresh, br Alone, I would not stand.