you can feel how disappointed they are, Each one of their looks becomes a new scar. And you dive, dive into the fields Trying to escape from this unbearable pain; Yes you dive
the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon In cabin or dance-hall camp or dive mucklucks or patent shoon
hearing the hoarse cry. Take a look as the mighty wind will bring the flood washing your pain takes your sorrow to far away face of the old trees glorifying
the sea oh How it dreams to be a bird swoop and diving through the breeze So one day caught a big old wave up on to the beach Now he's dead you see beneath
the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon; In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent
