I have not seen the light But I have cursed the day Speechless as the sun Shapeless as the clay I have not called to God In my hour of need The minutes spin around The gingham on her knees I have not seen three ships Passing in the night Like hands across her hips I have not seen the light I have not broken down I have not been betrayed I have not said a word I have not been afraid I have not learned to crawl I have not learned to die Are hands upon the plough Under someone else's sky? I have not seen three ships Their sails all grey and white With voices on their lips I have not seen the light I have not seen three ships Their sirens on the sea Wreathed in red and brown They do not sing for me I have not lost my way I have not lost my sight I'm staring down the sun I have not seen the light