Из альбома: The Hunting of the Snark
Mike batt
Sing your hymns of evensong,
Sail out to far lagoons,
All you fishermen and you fortune hunters,
Sharpen your harpoons
Sing rhapsodies to the fickle gods that guide you,
Awake the brave adventurer that sleeps inside you
Before you vanish away like midnight smoke,
So that no signs or memories remain,
You might vanish away like midnight smoke,
And never be seen again
You sailors, sail your stormy seas;
You gamblers, roll your ball
All you butterflies and you ballerinas,
Dance until you fall
Dream and believe; follow what you?re searching for,
One day the brave adventurer will be no more
You just vanish away like midnight smoke,
So that no signs of memories remain,
You?ll just vanish away like midnight smoke,
And never be seen again
(instrumental break)
You just vanish away like midnight smoke,
So that no signs or memories remain,
You?ll just vanish away like midnight smoke,
And never be seen again