Carthy Two

Like a ship on the sea, I swear to the night, let me find the quay, a shoal of lost hordes, all in flight, signal the poor, seek my lost fidelity, between moon and sky, you let me see, from the earth's back door, a terrible why, floats from the ocean's spoor, curdled in the weeds, their arms held tight, who will set them free, get them to the shore, do what's right, contain the furore, please rock me gently, say everything's fine, be kind baby, look at my eyes.