Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed

(Album: Words For The Dying - 1989)

Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat
On the silent sea we have heard the sound
That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet

Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound
And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing
The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind

Open a pathway through the slow sad sail
Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat
For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound
We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell
Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat
Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned