So go thy way, and soon I shall go likewise. And if thy path be high, then be mine low. Behold my footsteps in the sand, but follow not. For soon they shall be covered with snow.
Had this nursery rhyne from the Tribe in the "Long Road Home" storylin.
The tide comes in. The tide goes out. The fish come in. The fish go out. The fisher goes in, But might not come out, For the water comes rushing in. For the water comes rushing in.