I whistled for a traveler, and when he came near,
His land was antique, and he frowned at my sneer,
If anything I could say ye mighty, despair,
But I thought, “Nah, forget it—my wreck’s boundless and bare!”
I whistled for a traveler, and when he came near,
His land was antique, and he frowned at my sneer,
If anything I could say ye mighty, despair,
But I thought, “Nah, forget it—my wreck’s boundless and bare!”
Oh honey
Oh honey