Fill us with mist
From a seaward assault
And look to the distance
Where the doves go to walk
A safe house of looking glass
Honoured in brine
Taking in prisoners
To make nothing of time
Faint smells of catch
For tomorrow's our feast
Father's away
On our fierce ocean deep
It caters our weddings,
Sundays, and Yule
Until the mother forgets
We abide by her rule
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
Fill us with mist
From a seaward assault
And look to the distance
Where the doves go to walk
A safe house of looking glass
Honoured in brine
Taking in prisoners
To make nothing of time
Faint smells of catch
For tomorrow's our feast
Father's away
On our fierce ocean deep
It caters our weddings,
Sundays, and Yule
Until the mother forgets
We abide by her rule
