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Ferryman, ferryman don't come for me, the children sing freely in the bright sunlight. When gathered together on a dark stormy night... they pull covers over heads to stay out of sight. He takes the coins from the eyes of the dead. His payment for the travels he plans ahead. When payment is made he guides his guests to make their final hopeless quest. He beckons with a gruesome smile and they board his craft with little guile. The river is swift...the river is long... He ferries them right along until he crosses the river when he blows his horn. He looks around and all are gone. It is said on dark lonely nights, the Ferryman is out to fright. Who dares to board his ferry boat are the dead who have lost all hope. When innocent children hear his horn they run like hell to beat his harm.
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 7:40 AM UTC
The ferryman
Ferryman, ferryman don't come for me, the children sing freely in the bright sunlight. When gathered together on a dark stormy night... they pull covers over heads to stay out of sight. He takes the coins from the eyes of the dead. His payment for the travels he plans ahead. When payment is made he guides his guests to make their final hopeless quest. He beckons with a gruesome smile and they board his craft with little guile. The river is swift...the river is long... He ferries them right along until he crosses the river when he blows his horn. He looks around and all are gone. It is said on dark lonely nights, the Ferryman is out to fright. Who dares to board his ferry boat are the dead who have lost all hope. When innocent children hear his horn they run like hell to beat his harm.
KM COLBY @ 2010
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 7:40 AM UTC
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