Dear old friend, our ship has sailed to the ocean's end. When it drowns, will you rain over it or shine as bright as the Sun? I'll turn a hurricane into a breeze. No, I'll be alright in the mourning.

Woe is me to have seen what I've seen, what I see. When I drown, will you dive after it or wait for their boat to come? I'll swim the sea before I let it kill me. No, I'll be alright in the mourning.