On the coast of the deep oceans.
Moment by moment,where cold tides blow in motion.
And in the middle of a blue mirror.
Even with fear, lived some really happiest creature.
Then a sailor in his sailing boat.
Putting the fishing tackle in their throat.
Even at nights, drawn from their home.
With water, of which they used to roam.
Even God has promised us much mercies.
All heavens ready without pain,full of worthies,
oh! why did we, get into this mess?
If all breathen hearts are equally more and less.
