Florence (Stevie) Margaret Smith (Флоренс (Стиви) Маргарет Смит)

Not Waving but Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

1. Deeply Morbid
2. To the Tune of the Coventry Carol
3. Our Bog Is Dood
4. The Pleasures of Friendship
5. Alone in the Woods

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