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I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor |
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In the sunken bones of a broken ship |
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On the shadow line where whispers creep |
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To the world above from the world beneath |
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On waves of silver I dreamed of gold |
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'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives |
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I dreamed of the moment of my own death |
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That no one ever dreams and lives |
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I dreamed I sailed to the mirrored edge |
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Of the murky world for an iron bell |
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That dragged me down to the ocean depths |
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And rang to mark where my shadow fell |
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On waves of silver I dreamed of gold |
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'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives |
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I dreamed of the moment of my own death |
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That no one ever dreams and lives |
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That no one ever dreams and lives |
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I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed |
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In a silent grave of silver sand |
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And rolled in the sway of an iron bell |
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I've heard it said when they go to sea |
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On stormy nights you can hear her moan |
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She tolls for the mourning of my own death |
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And echoes here on the village stones |
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I dreamed of silver I dreamed of gold |
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'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives |
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I dreamed of the moment of my own death |
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That no one ever dreams and lives |
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That no one ever dreams and lives |
