Roll, roll your weary soul Out, and down to the bay Pray that the setting sun Will yield to the other one And sleep, sleep, the briny deep Will rise and take you away Early bright sweet morning light Will guide you back to play Tell, tell the co*kle shells Your sins, your tricks and your lies Tales I may well believe False flights and prophesies Dry your eyes, the tide will rise Sweep in, and wash them away Out again, at peace my friend Pay heed to what you say Run, run when day is done These trails, cut in to the land Sandy veins all woebegone Will lead to to your eidolon Fly, fly the feversky Will split, and drag you away Early bright sweet morning light Will guide you back to play