Go! I was told, to find the Ocean Called Song,
-for it will not take long-
Through meadows of dew-dropped grasses I danced,
Through lakes and ponds of sapphire blue waters I swam,
Through desert of sugar-grained sands I ran.
I travelled far to find the Ocean Called Song.
I dreamt to say it would not take long.
Go! I was told, to find the Ocean Called Song,
-for it will not take long-
An apple, I saw, ripe in the darkest crimson,
An apple, I saw, unbitten and waiting for a hungry mouth,
An apple, I saw, whose juices could only to be dreamt about.
I harvested all the fruits known to man to find the Ocean Called Song.
I dreamt to say it would not take long.
I dreamt until my very own voice told me to go.
My hands fruitless and darkened by my wanderings,
I found rope a rope of fire and a sail of wood.
High! High! Waves of warm brought me,
and low, low, did many a cold storm pull me.
I dreamt until the salt of the sea stung my sight.
My hands numbs as useless as a corpse,
I found a rope of ice and a sail of water.
Go! I was told, to find the Ocean Called Song,
-for it will not take long-
Through dreams and nightmares I searched with my spy glass.
Through the flakes of tea leaves I searched with a silver spoon.
Through cracked mirrors I searched with a pair of laced hands.
I tore and stretched my person to find the Ocean Called Song.
I dreamt to say it would not take long.
Go! I was told, to find the Ocean Called Song,
-for it will not take long-
An animal’s whose teeth were that of steel I mimed.
An animal’s whose eyes were those all Mighty I struck blind.
Animal’s whose ears proved trustworthy I deafened.
I found the blood to spell that hall hope was gone.
I dreamt to say it would not take long.