She was weaving petals Wearing sea-pearls near her ears And she was moving through her fear Fixing food things in a kettle And he stared out from her island Dreaming of another land And she brought to him the flower crown The constant sea, the only sound Oh, her loving pleased him He was not an eagle He was not an easy man Though she moved across him like a hand And her pleasure was to please him Still sunlight rainbowed through his tears He was far behind his years And he left her seeking another ground The constant sea, the only sound Oh, her loving pleased him He was not an eagle Oh, her loving pleased him He was not an eagle Oh, her loving pleased him He was not an eagle