The Man in the Crow's Nest
Strange to me sounds the wind that blows
By the masthead in the lonely night.
Maybe 'tis the sea whistling—feigning joy
To hide its fright
Like a village boy
That, shivering, past the churchyard goes.
By the masthead in the lonely night.
Maybe 'tis the sea whistling—feigning joy
To hide its fright
Like a village boy
That, shivering, past the churchyard goes.
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