Standing on a jetty Admiring waves and eddies That's when I lost track of Alexander Well it always seemed to be That he was on an Odyssey Full of curiosity How that child would meander I tried to keep a watchful eye But he would always stray I should of been more diligent More vigilant that day They say a mother, she knows best But I was never sure I always second-guessed myself Even when I felt the first stir From Alexander That day it was as if the sea Has cast some kind of spell It called you in, much to my chagrin I wish that I had been fast enough To catch you as you fell Well, then I'd have a different kind of story to tell About Alexander I was frantically panicking I couldn't absorb this And all the moments that went by Were making me nervous Is there anything that I could possibly do That could summon him back To the surface? A cormorant, the only witness to my shock It's head thrown back, as if it laughed As if it mocked me from its rock And if the cormorant could speak Well, it would preach through soiled beak “True life shall not be regained.” And all the hours that went by They seemed to lose purpose But I held up my vigil I stayed there until My son was summoned Back to the surface And there you were In the sand, Alexander Covered in sea-foam and brine And there you were In the sand, Alexander So I ran down to the shoreline To reclaim what was mine And I carried you back And I drew you a bath And I lathered you lovingly With lavender Then I wrapped your body in linen