Sometimes I feel his feet When I'm fast asleep I know that I'm dreaming But the touch is soft and sweet I went to see the silent sailor And the sailor said "Do not forget my face, my friend For if you do I'm dead" "Well, I don't see how that could be" I said to him as well As peeling off a piece of paper Stuck to my lapel The sailor fell upon his knees Then he fell beside The cedar chest that he had carved Then I think he died Well, this was curious, I thought So I wandered in And saw that there was something written On his wrinkled skin Well, I thought the thoughts of little children And the thoughts of men I thought the thoughts of stupid people Who have never been So much in love as they should be And got confused too easily To fall in love again To fall in love again And so I say goodbye to you And hope that maybe someday soon We will meet again up there For d**h is fair and friends are few Friends are few Friends are few Friends are few ...