Who hasn't been there
But, my daughter
You know the place;
So many lost
Without knowing where:
In an ocean of saving grace!
The angry souls
So empty, profane,
Have burnt themselves to wit:
From a lifeboat proffered
They stole the sails
And the oars then
Set them aflame-
Who hasn't been there
But, my daughter
You know the place;
So many lost
Without knowing where:
In an ocean of saving grace!
The angry souls
So empty, profane,
Have burnt themselves to wit:
From a lifeboat proffered
They stole the sails
And the oars then
Set them aflame-