I laid awake a whole night long, Waiting for the sun to beat down on my head In this broken bed
I laid awake and dreamt of ships Passing through night, Searching for shelter, Stopping at no harbor
I heard the screaming waters Call sixty sailors′ names Raging words, pounding on the sail Like an angry whale
I felt the iron rudder skip The smell of seeping oil, The heat of slipping rope. Failing hands, failing hope
Every sailor asks... Asks the question about the cargo He is carrying
God's anger broke through the clouds And He spilt the cargo for all to see -
The fault of the sailor, The fault of he who asks no questions About the cargo he is carrying
Fishes and tales and a fisherman′s daughter Walks in the rain, she walks to the water To the sea...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.