(Sandy Denny)

The wine it was drunk

The ship it was sunk

The shot it was dead

All the sorrows were drowned

The birds they were clouds

The brides and the shrouds

And as we drew south

The mist it came down

The wooded ravine

To the wandering stream

The serpent he moved

But no one would say

The depths of the waters

The bridge which distraught us

And brought to me thoughts

Of the ill-fated day

The temples were filled

With the strangest of creatures

One played it by ear

On the banks of the sea

That one was found

But the others they went under

Oh, the tears which are shed

They won't come from me

The methods of madness

The pathos and the sadness

God help you all

The insane and wise

The black and the white

And the darkness of the night

I see only smoke

From the chimneys arise

The pilot he flew

All across the sky and woke me

He flew so low

On the mercury sea

The dream it came back

All about the tall brown people

The sacred young herd

On the phosphorus sand