Damned but flowing by the shiver
up the spine and down the river
and i hope i can wither
and return in the wake of winter
built to keep when all is calm
but to plague when wayward is longed
and i hope i can forgive him
and i hope they can forgive me
so long so long so long
since we where young
so long so long so long
my maiden one
it�s at the hand of the waver
toss me a line and i will save her
so long so long so long
since we were one
so long so long so long
my native tongue