The boatman is waiting to sail me away These aching hands have worked me through another day But I hear a tremble in our northern sky And like the wind that shakes the valley I will fly Ferry me over ferry me on Ferry me over ferry me on
The boatman is waiting to sail me away These aching hands have worked me through another day But I hear a tremble in our northern sky And like the wind that shakes the valley I will fly Ferry me over ferry me on Ferry me over ferry me on