A new song I’ve been working on, inspired in part by a book called ‘Under Solomon Skies’ by Berni Sorga-Millwood.

She goes down to the river
Searching for sticks in the morning light
She follows her sisters
Into the lingering fog of night
Her feet are unsteady
As the swirling waters reach for her heel
The currents and eddys
That yearn for the sea

They’re finding their way, way home
Finding their way, way home
Though the way ahead may lead through the unknown
They’re finding their way home

She wakes on an island
Brushes the twigs out from her hair
The water is silent
Unlike her rising tide of despair
She looks all around her
Searching for clues as to where she might be
The gulls glide above her
Out to the sea

They’re finding their way, way home
Finding their way, way home
Though the way ahead may lead through the unknown
They’re finding their way home

The sun on its travels
Stumbles and falls into the waves
The daylight unravels
Leaving behind the milky way
And she sees up above her
Familiar constellations of stars
That helped her ancestors
Know where they are

As they were finding their way, way home
Finding their way, way home
Though the way ahead may lead through the unknown
They’re finding their way home

She thinks of her sisters
They’ll be worrying where she could have gone
Then she sees in the distance
A boat with the beam of its searchlight on
Relief washes through her
Wild as the flood that dragged her away
Her sisters run to her
They hold her and say

Come on, we’re finding our way home
Finding our way, way home
Though the way ahead may lead through the unknown
We’re finding our way home

(c) Rich Clarkson 2026

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