Not a soul stopped Jim from roam’in
the wild wild sea
While the foams o’er him were roll’in
and down went he
Into the depth of the water;
he cried in vain.
Mermaids crowned him in wonder;
he woke not again.
With eyes closed, his lips half smil’in –
down down went he
And friends’ calls were not far reach’in
into the sea
While dreamt he of gardens pretty –
far, far from real
Which were dreamt ne’er by you nor me -;
he’s dreaming still.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
Not a soul stopped Jim from roam’in
the wild wild sea
While the foams o’er him were roll’in
and down went he
Into the depth of the water;
he cried in vain.
Mermaids crowned him in wonder;
he woke not again.
With eyes closed, his lips half smil’in –
down down went he
And friends’ calls were not far reach’in
into the sea
While dreamt he of gardens pretty –
far, far from real
Which were dreamt ne’er by you nor me -;
he’s dreaming still.