or 'I Hear The Tides' - an Etrean folk song



Heave-ho, up-row, raising the anchor slowly,
Ready to lower sails and go, following course where cold winds blow.
Heave-ho, up-row, turning the capstan slowly,
I long to see the day when I return.

I hear the tides are beckoning and calling -
"Turn to sea, and ne'er return again!"
Whispers the ocean to me a lullaby, secretive and slow -
"Pray the Ferryman never takes your soul
To the Depths below..."

Heave-ho, up-row, crossing the ocean slowly,
Crow's nest is signaling to us, 'nothing is out here, not a fuss!'
Heave-ho, up-row, eye the horizon slowly,
Not a shore in sight! Neither day, or night!

I hear the tides still beckoning and calling -
"Now you'll never see the shore again!"
Follow the wind and the gale, and perhaps we shall live to tell our tale,
Unless the Ferryman gently takes our souls
To the Depths below...

Heave-ho, up-row, piercing the sea-fog slowly,
No more the wind will kiss our sails, no more we'll ride on stormy gales.
Heave-ho, up-row, lost in the waters slowly,
We gambled with the sea, and lost our bet!

I hear my kin and comrades' distant calling,
But I can never turn to shore again!
Lower my bones to the ocean and let them drift all alone and slow,
May the Ferryman gently take my soul
To the Depths below...