The sea beneath the cliff is the blue in my mother's eyes
That came from the blue in her mother's eyes
Thrown on down the line
By our family who worked the field on borrowed land above the ocean
My family worked the field on borrowed land
Higher hills do not provide
For hearts born of coral and moss
Where rain wont flow beyond our stream
And water is captive to the well
Chorus
Oh-ohh
Oh-Ohh
Oh-Ohh
Oh-oh-oh
(Same chords as first verse)