Vic Chesnutt - Stevie Smith lyrics

Nobody heard him the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning Poor chap he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him, his heart gave way They said. Oh, no, no, no, it was always too cold Still the dead one lay moaning I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning Oh, no, no, no, it was always too cold Still the dead one lay moaning I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning This is taken from the poem 'Not waving but drowning' by Stevie Smith