WRECK OF THE HESPERUS

Procol Harum


We'll hoist a hand,
becalmed upon a troubled sea
'Make haste to your funeral,
' cries the Valkyrie
We'll hoist a hand or drown
amidst this stormy sea
'Here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery,
it calls to me
And all for nothing quite in vain
was hope forever tossed
No thoughts explained, no moments gained,
all hope forever lost
One moment's space,
one moment's final fall from grace
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire

We'll hoist a hand,
becalmed upon a troubled sea
I fear a mighty wave is threatening me
We'll hoist a hand, or drown
amidst this stormy sea
'Come follow after,' cry the humble,
'You will surely see ...'
But still for nothing quite in vain
was hope forever tossed
No moments gained, no thoughts explained,
all hope forever lost
One moment's space,
one moment's final fall from grace
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire


(Contributed by Andy & Mogg - March 2003)