Lord be kind, my ship is small
And your sea it's so wide
I try and see the sky, but cannot seem to find
That guillotine green line of copper carving gold
Oh be kind, my ship is small
And your sea it's so wide
A beggar bowl at the feet of an old king
Preaching for peace in a ruin
And who in great times of need, will be there beside you?
A hand clutching for a crutch
But nothing is there
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
Ya ya yah
A hand clutching for a crutch
But nothing is there
Lord be kind, my ship is small
And your sea is so wide
I try and see the sky, but cannot seem to find
That guillotine green line of copper carving gold
Oh be kind, my ship is small
And your sea is so wide

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