I dreamed I rolled on the ocean floor |
| In the sunken bones of a broken ship |
| On the shadow line where whispers creep |
| To the world above from the world beneath |
On waves of silver I dreamed of gold |
| 'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives |
| I dreamed of the moment of my own death |
| That no one ever dreams and lives |
I dreamed I sailed to the mirrored edge |
| Of the murky world for an iron bell |
| That dragged me down to the ocean depths |
| And rang to mark where my shadow fell |
On waves of silver I dreamed of gold |
| 'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives |
| I dreamed of the moment of my own death |
| That no one ever dreams and lives |
| That no one ever dreams and lives |
I dreamed I slept on the ocean bed |
| In a silent grave of silver sand |
| And rolled in the sway of an iron bell |
| I've heard it said when they go to sea |
| On stormy nights you can hear her moan |
| She tolls for the mourning of my own death |
| And echoes here on the village stones |
I dreamed of silver I dreamed of gold |
| 'Till I lost the peace that dreaming gives |
| I dreamed of the moment of my own death |
| That no one ever dreams and lives |
| That no one ever dreams and lives |