There's an island hidden in the sound
Lapping currents lay your boat to ground
Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their Arabesques
And sorrow fills the silence all around
There's a harbor lost within the reeds
A jetty caught in over-hanging trees
Among the bones of cormorants, no boot mark here nor finger prints
The rivers roll down to a soundless sea
The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And though we know for sure amidst this fading light
In the lowlands, nestled in the heat
A brier cradle rocks its babe to sleep
Its contents watched by Sycorax and Patagon in parallax
A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep
The tides will come and go witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure amidst this fading light
As I was a-ramble down by the water
I spied in sable the landlord's daughter
Produced my pistol then my saber
Or thou will be murdered"
I'll take those sweet lips
And thou will deliver, oh
I will dress your eyelids
With dimes upon your eyes
Green, your grave will rise
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Forget you once had sweethearts
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning
The weight upon your eyelids
Is dimes laid on your eyes