I see you… in a velvet robe,
I feel you… from across the wave
I hear you… calling me
Deep waters… Calling men. Calling women.
And calling children
Deep waters… Calling men. Calling women.
Calling. Calling!
My people! Now hear the News:
No more room when the Ark is full
And it seems like every path leads down to nowhere (Well, what can I say?)
From now on no easy way,
And for some of us there ain’t no way at all
‘tis like a Midsummer Night’s Dream
Deep waters… Calling men. Calling women.
And calling children
Deep waters… Calling men. Calling women.
Calling. Calling!
Drifting… Now you’ve set yourself a-drifting…
Towards the sea…
Drifting… With the stream of consciousness now drifting…
Towards the sea…
Drifting… drifting… like a long and silent river you are…
You are… you are a-drifting.
Drifting! Drifting!
For life’s too long and life’s too short and you are a-drifting…
You’re drifting away — You’ve set yourself astray…