I
A Red Green wagon
Rests upon this lonely shore,
Waiting for the storm.
II
Coming to this land
With the guidance of his hand;
Home under the Skye.
III
This wagon once hauled
All that my life could carry,
To this vacant shore.
IV
The storm is coming,
My wagon awaits the rain;
A silent watchman.
V
Far from the city,
Sits a wagon with Red wheels,
By the ocean sky.