Lullaby of High Island

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 cockle 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