The North Sea

The morn is still and quiet
The morn is still and blue
Oh the morn is a peaceful tide
I take a breath and let it drift for you
Across the northern seas…

But I still hold my breath at night
I still hold the warm breath inside my lungs
For I have hauled my captain’s net up high
I have hauled you up by the hairs of your head
All across the northern most seas

And deep below there comes a winnow
Oh deep below comes an ancient and weary groan
It stirs up the worms!
The worms in the deep sea bed
Oh the deep sеa bed
Bed!

Well I was on my knees alright
I was on my colourеd and callused knees
When they took you down into a warmin’ light
Took you to the bull-hooks to let you bleed
All across the northern seas

And deep below there comes a winnow
Deep below comes an ancient and weary groan
It stirs up the worms!
The worms in the deep sea bed
Oh the deep sea bed
Bed!