I come see your ways, blue skies and sun Inviting and smiling and dancing around The wind pushes north through the straits towards the clouds The sun rests its head on the water round By morning, our voices will sink with the ship Oh, oh, oh We're barely exposed up towards the sun Placelanded and splintered and makes not a sound Ahead of the bow, a dull chain takes form Of women and children that someone adored In a last dance and in it, they float all around Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh