words and music by Stephen Barling

walk a straight line to the water
put my feet in for a spell
check the line and throw my hook in

see the old boat, there she was
floating fine and fair she does
stem to stern above the water

see how I'm a man
this skin just holds my organs in
these hands just can reach the end of never

see how I can swim
reflections in the water spinning tales
of a shore which knows no measure

but what is this I see?
walking on the water
the son of mary coming slowly forth to me
inner vision we are lifted like a rainbow
and we set a course in my old boat
in my old boat