Song From The End Of The World
Waterboys · Room To Roam [2008]
Song From The End Of The World :: Waterboys
Here is the smell of seafood pie
a broken tower on the open sky
a chain of islands rolling west
in sight of the house where we are guests
A rambling old river twists through the fields
ancient names imprinted on shields
Gifts arrive for a baby girl
born a queen at the end of the world
Furious music from an open door
The sound of feet beating on a stone floor
Always the wind, always the form
of an Elder God, hooved and horned
The head of the mountain lost in a cloud
a country woman, soft and proud
Into the bay the horses swirl
for we come to the sea at the end of the world
Here is the smell of seafood pie
a broken tower on the open sky
a chain of islands rolling west
in sight of the house where we are guests
A rambling old river twists through the fields
ancient names imprinted on shields
Gifts arrive for a baby girl
born a queen at the end of the world
Furious music from an open door
The sound of feet beating on a stone floor
Always the wind, always the form
of an Elder God, hooved and horned
The head of the mountain lost in a cloud
a country woman, soft and proud
Into the bay the horses swirl
for we come to the sea at the end of the world
Song From The End Of The World
Released on the 2008 album Room To Roam, this track by The Waterboys blends their signature eclectic style with a reflective, atmospheric sound. The recording features a distinctive blend of acoustic guitar and vocal harmonies, characteristic of the band's later work which often explores themes of introspection and social commentary. While the group is renowned for their 1980s hits, this piece demonstrates their continued evolution as a band, maintaining their unique voice within the alternative rock genre. The song stands as a poignant addition to their discography, offering a moment of quiet contemplation that complements the broader narrative of Room To Roam.