But oh, the mariner's hand,
As the mariner faced his solemn cries,
Water, water, everywhere,
In this vast and empty expanse.
A mariner's tale through the stormy gales,
An albatross soaring, a symbol of grace,
We paid the price for what we wrote.
Out on the ocean, we set our sails,
A lesson learned through endless strife,
And all the boards did shrink,
In the web of our shared fate.
The winds they did die, the sun stood still,
For every action bears its weight,
A life of penance, a tale to tell,
Respect the life that binds us all,
We cheered and we hailed, in that desolate place.
With heavy hearts and parched dry throats,
Water, water, everywhere,
To cherish all that shares our life,
The dead men stood with vacant eyes,
Now a curse upon our fate,
A silent sea, a foreboding chill,
In every heart, the truth does bide.
Nor any drop to drink.
Now hear the mariner's call,
The albatross, a spirit's guide,
To wander the earth, a living shell.
Struck down the bird that graced our land,