The Drowned Waltz

(albüm: Songs And Curses - 2012)

I hope ye lads be sound asleep,
In yer bunks above the deep.
I hope yer dreams be nice 'n' dry
Warm 'n' comfy ye best lie.

Fer I, a sailor lost at sea,
Who down below the waves now be,
I slipped and tumbled overboard,
Me screams fer help ye just ignored.

To halt 'n' turn yer ship around,
So that yer matey might be found,
Was not yer first priority,
Ye left me floating there at sea.

To halt 'n' turn yer ship around,
So that yer matey might be found,
Was not yer first priority,
I sank, I sank into the sea.

Where I lie, there be no light,
Deep down here in an endless night.
Where fish, they pick me scurvy bones,
But at least I'm not alone.

A thousand sailors restless lie,
'Cause Davey Jones won't let us die.
You say that with the fish we sleep,
But there's no sleeping in the deep.

No one to save our mortal souls,
We're trapped inside this watery hole.
Oh how I wish, I'm hoping so,
One day we'll meet here, down below.

No one to save our mortal souls,
We're trapped inside this watery hole.
Oh I wish, I'm hoping so,
One day we'll meet here down below.
No one to save yer mortal soul,
We'll be trapped inside,
This drowned waltz.