Where I Like To Stand

The hound bays, the sheep, the 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
 The hound bays, the sheep, the 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