Oh the bodies of drowned sailors and dead airmen

flounder upside down beneath the roaring wave

and the fishes eat the flesh from off their fingers

and the sea is so much deeper than the grave

and the pale English stone stands alone over me

oh the bodies rise and fall in slow motion

as the flesh gives way to coral and her charms

if you listen hard you'll hear the sea is breathing

and she's waiting there to hold you in her arms

and the pale English sun shone over me



oh the telegram is lying on the table

you left it there you can't believe its true

God finds you naked and he leaves you dying

what happens in between is up to you

and the luminous rose glows over me over me