On the seven seas, a lot of ships
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Brave against the unknown
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Face the horizon line
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As the old boatswain
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Storm and flat calm, the stars that guide
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The vortex, a typhoon, billows and ice
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Rum in veins, salt in hair
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Of the old boatswain
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Typhus and scurvy, no rain, lack of water
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Crew one by one, they all die
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The indifferent chill, the empty galley
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Tied to the rudder the old boatswain
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Hoisted the sails, figurehead on the prow
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Tired arms have lost the course
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Under a new Grey sky
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Roams alone the old boatswain
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Fog is hazing the sight, going adrift
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Broken mast's falling down
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A phantom ship with dead seamen
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And one alive the old boatswain
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Sail, go adrift to the fjords
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Sail, go away from the north
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Lost all the hopes and left all the faith
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The old man prepares himself to die
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But a light breaks the sky
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And wind holds up the old boatswain
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Just a wreckage ploughing the waves
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Silver foam from the rotten tail
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Now a smile appears on his face
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A tired laughter from the old boatswain
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Sail, go adrift to the fjords
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Sail, go away from the north
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The Old Boatswain
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| River Of Change |
