The hound bays the sheep graze I'm counting the boats in 
the bay
As they float they seem to say-‘I'm counting the waves, 
I'm counting the waves'
The men in the boats they wave to their wives and say
‘I'm counting the hours, counting the hours, counting the 
hours in the day'
I'm counting the gulls that sit on the waves Surrounding 
the boats in the bay
I'm counting the miles till we're there Where the sun and 
the rain and the snow
Fall on the seeds and make them grow
Fall on the rocks and make them crack into pebbles and 
into sand
Which is where I like to stand