O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O.
O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O.
Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
and now the waters of Christ are clean.
The moon of the Congo moves the world to find us,
and rest in hollows that rest us.
Where below meets below, there's only time below,
and where if we are born again, and die yet,
the storm shall not wait thee.
Amen.

The shark over takes thee, asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.