Undertow Leonard Cohen

I set out one night
When the tide was low
There were signs in the sky
But I did not know
I'd be caught in the grip
Of an undertow
Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl

Oh, I set out one night
But I did not know

I'd be caught in the grip
Of an undertow
Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl