Consider me a widow boys, and I will tell you why, It's not the man, but it's the marriage that was drowned So I walk the walk, and wait with watchful eye out to the sky, Looking for a kind of vessel I have never found.
Though I saw it splinter, I keep looking out to sea. Like a dog with little sense, I keep returning, To the very area where I did see the thing go down, As if there's something at the site I should be learning.
That line is the horizon. We watch the wind and set the sail, But save ourselves when all omens Point to fail.
If I tell the truth then I would have to tell you this Though I grieve (and I believe I feel it truly), I knew that ship was empty by the time it hit the rocks, Cause we could not hold on when fate became unruly.
So consider me a widow, boys, and I have told you why Does the weather say a better day is nearing? I'l put my house in order now and wait upon the will, Cause it's clear that I need better skill in steering.
That line is the horizon. We watch the wind and set the sail, But save ourselves when omens All point to fail.
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