in grief and despair
you lave your beautiful hair
by the pale moonlight
I can see your beauty, your grace, your endless pride
spool and loom
a fool your doom
bloom getting gloom too soon
way over yonder they come to devour you
to eat you alive
but you dive, watching the water lilies thrive
and you dive for pearls and mussels
yes, I pushed you but I held you before I hustled
and I sing you some sweet air while you drown
reaching for the frog's tarnished crown
with your nautical fellows
where the water is shallow
and you swim underneath
closed water lilies
you break the calm, you break the light
it's the 9th wave you ride
on the count of 3 I will free thee
1 2 3 free
alas, there you splash in the water
which is troubled, I cannot cross o'er
I know thy doom is nigh
so I wade out, the flood to my thighs
ripples of gold
merciless and cold
made thee go
make me missing thee so
vouchsafe me to cry one single tear for thee
as you sink underneath open water lilies
for that I will sing a myriad of lovesongs
singing lovesongs, a myriad of lovesongs