Oh sister lend to me your shaky little hand and I'll extend the old familiar themes of love and jealousy and loss of life upon this sloping silent sea shore.
When I passed I parted wholly with the land. Now I go shoaling with the fishes or I separate like many grains of sand upon the sea bed, I am stirred by the moon. Though I never wanted you to suffer you will suffer soon. Though I never meant for you to fall, the fall comes soon.
In life I never learned to turn a clever phrase. My tongue would lignify, I stumbled through my dealings. Now I am so eloquent, my voice is clear. Though I never wished you harm, harm draws near.
I bear no grudges, I wish my sister well. I love to drift and dream in forest black and submarine but justice on the land is not the same as in the sea. The judge and all his men may take a dimmer view than me.
I hope you're happy with your rich and fickle man. I hope you're happy for the time that's left to you before the law comes with his length of rope and hangs you up high. Mine is the ocean, yours the sky. Mine the ocean, yours the sky.