Anchors drag.
Our cables surge.
The hurting sea breaks veils on the verge.
While waves foam and churn, we drift slowly astern astern.
Beyond, the storm's a looming.
THE END we assuming.
Mast break sharp to shreds strings like a harp's instead.
She's headed out for the open main.
Our hearts beating, one and all, on crowded decks and reeling bows.
The tempest tossed the hope we lost, the hearts we crossed.
OH, god save our souls!
Tell my family not to mourn.
The sea life they do curse and scorn.
Tell that bonny bride where my broken borns reside.
Deep in that briny dark my chest consumed my great white shark.
Then I shall veer into the tide, soul free and death with pride.
Our hearts beating, one and all, on crowded decks and reeling bows.
The tempest tossed the hope we lost, the hearts we crossed.
OH god save our souls!