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
Now I meet the crewmen
A thousand ships of glass
See the soldiers' bodies twisted
In the crimson snow
See the farmers' graves positioned
Neatly in their rows
No grave for the swallowed sailor
For fisherman and slaves
No grave for the swallowed whalers
Who whisper in the waves
Down I go, down I go
Down to meet them all