Sailor Song

I have seen the endless waves breaking

On my vessel's side

Ten thousand silver whales laboring

In the shifting tide

Now I near the bottom

Tangled in the mast

I go to meet the crewmen

On a thousand ships of glass

See the soldiers' bodies twisted in the crimson snow

See the farmers graves positioned nearly in their rows

No grave for the swallowed sailor

For fisherman and slaves

No grave for the swallowed whalers

Who whisper on the waves

Down I go

Down I go

Down I go

Down to meet them all