I was alone you see, in this dark abysmal sea
as far as I could see
There were waves crashing amidst the storm, thunder and lightning in the sky
- menacing lightning ...
Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where God wills.
'Not to die on the straw at home.
Those hands to close these eyes,
That is all I ask, my dear,
From the old man in the skies.
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