Next time out to sea Bring enough soul to bury me For I don't want my final jig In a belly of a squid Next time out to sea Bring enough soul to bury me For I don't want my final jig In a belly of a squid Take my trousers take my shirt Just give me that sweet dirt For the water's cold and grim And I never did learn to swim No her love never set me free So I set off for the ocean Now in my dreams she comes to me Whispering of peace But I've known since the day That we sailed for Santiago Her dry embrace would kiss my face No never, no more The sea is a cruel mistress The sea is a cruel mistress Many moons to the day That I threw her love away Now every whale spouts, "Go to hell" As the wind laughs in my face I've grown harder on the eyes And salty to the taste My pride has gone with the wake As I wait a cold wet grave I rose to the smell Of a wet desert hell And I thought to myself How'd I wind up in this jail Till a voice called to me From deep within the sea Dry your eyes my dear fisherman Your ass belongs to me The sea is a cruel mistress The sea is a cruel mistress The earth will rest my bones Lord I know, Lord I know But I'll see you when I get home From the cold, yeah from the cold No her love never set me free So I set out for the ocean Now in my dreams she comes to me Whispering of peace But I've known since the day That we sailed for Santiago Her dry embrace would kiss my face No never, no more The sea is a cruel mistress The sea is a cruel mistress Next time out to sea Bring enough soil to bury me For I don't want my final jig In the belly of a squid Next time out to sea Bring enough soil to bury me For in my dreams she comes to me Whispering of peace Next time out to sea Bring enough soil to bury me For I don't want my final jig In the belly of a squid © 26F GELLERT HILL MUSIC; TWENTYSIXF MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com