He sits on a lonely dock,
far down within the fainted dim.
Where a golden sky painted him
colors in a boldly flock.
Nodding cold, weary and ill,
this did not cause thrill.
Waiting careless and humble,
the catch and his hook don't stumble.
Resignedly under the night,
he shivers with fright.
And all the luminous waves
arise from the black grave.
When will she return ?
Day by day a fading yearn...
Nothing more now but to lie,
in the tomb of his missed bride.
far down within the fainted dim.
Where a golden sky painted him
colors in a boldly flock.
Nodding cold, weary and ill,
this did not cause thrill.
Waiting careless and humble,
the catch and his hook don't stumble.
Resignedly under the night,
he shivers with fright.
And all the luminous waves
arise from the black grave.
When will she return ?
Day by day a fading yearn...
Nothing more now but to lie,
in the tomb of his missed bride.