A Lost Camarian Shanty

[Verse 1]
Oh the wind it howls like a widow in black,
As we set our course and don’t look back,
With the stars above and the keel below,
To the Dreaming reef we all must go.

[Chorus V1]
Row, row, row your boat, gently through the grave,
Merrily, we laugh and drink to hide the fear we crave.
Stormy dreams and silent screams, the deep will never float...
So row, lads, row, row, row your accursed boat.

[Verse 2]
Left me love on the Camarian shore,
She cried me name, but I said no more.
The sea’s a wife, with a brine-soaked bed,
And she’ll kiss yer lips when yer cold and dead.

[Chorus V2]
Row, row, row your boat, chase the dying light,
Merrily, we haunt the waves, and vanish in the night.
No priest to bless, no ground to rest, just what the ocean wrote --
So row, lads, row, row, row yer drifting boat.

[Bridge]
There’s a bottle for the pain, and a song for the lost,
There’s a price for every sailor, and we’ve all paid the cost.
But the tide keeps turning like a cruel old song,
And we row to forget, though the nights are long.

[Verse 3]
Old Rack’s bones lie in sandy bloom,
And Tilly’s soul was swept too soon,
But I still sing in the pitch-black foam,
For the ghosts I call my only home.

[Final Chorus]
Row, row, row yer boat, through sorrow, salt, and spray,
Merrily, we chase the wind, though none of us can stay.
With a grin for death, and Spirit breath, we float just barely float—
So row, lads, row your bloody boat… ...and pray she still can float.