The Drifters
If you were only here with me
all my fears would cease to be
my obsessions I could fight
watch my haunting demons' flight
they took me over they are strong
for I am weak and I so long
for strong arms to hold me tight
and words that touch my aching heart
if you would only hold my hand
and take me to our promised land
for somewhere love is plain to see
in worlds of dreams and reverie
but on this side of the palest moon
for such love there is no room
no place to hide no shore to find
so drifting on an endless sea
for ever doomed we would then be
there is no haven in the storm
for such hope that is forlorn
but take my hand and let us leave
for I would rather die like this
than live a life of nothingness
the two left home for the open sea
here you are my love with me
you gave to me your gentle hand
I ask no more it's our promised land
but on this side of the palest moon
for such love there was no room
no place to hide no shore to find
so drifting on an endless sea
for ever doomed they were to be
there was no haven in the storm
for such hope that is forlorn
hand in hand they did depart
for they would rather die like this
than live a life of nothingness.
Ship Going Down
Listen to the ship moaning
unfortunate wreck in pain
her masts breaking
her sails ripping
howling suffering creature
going down into the abyss
no mercy was given
the bottom of the sea
always was her destiny
never had a chance at all
too late to save her
irresponsible commander
reckless drunkards
their fights never ending
madness all around
the ship was drifting in storms
never had a chance at all
in those troubled waters
her fate was easy to foresee
but it was sad to realise
it was the end of her life
the end of an era
sooner or later it had to come
for she was doomed
from the very beginning
to be betrayed by men
to be devoured by the sea
crushed by the merciless beast
mourned by no man
but the wizard nods his head
while his great shining gull
is spreading wings so wide
under northern unforgiving skies
and stars cold and icy blue
over a whirling maelstrom
he flies off to distant shores
to bring his master the good tidings
yes the deed is done
fulfilled is his task
there is nothing left to say
there is nothing left to do.