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.
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 7:40 AM UTC
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