Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man

But still he lay moaning

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap; he loved larking,

And now he’s dead

It was too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

Oh, no, no, no, it was too cold always

(Still the dead one lay moaning)

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning. (more…)