Ocean Rising

I dream of the ocean and the beautiful sky rolling out to sea
I dream of the ocean and the rip of the tide west of Finisterre
The weight of the water pouring down holding on to me

I dream of the ocean, rising, rising
I dream of the ocean, rising, rising

I dream of the ocean, through the night the ghosts are sailing still
The James Caird steering east by north-east through the wild Atlantic swell
The men lie soaked and cold beneath the sail on a bed of ballast stone
They hear the boss cry out I can see them now
The snow-capped peaks of land

But it was the ocean, rising, rising

A forty foot wall of water crashing down
They held their breath and prayed to god
In the hour of death
To save them

From the ocean, rising, rising
I dream of the ocean, rising, rising

And so the years flow they and journey's end
The old crew sailed south again
And they buried the boss by the melting snow
In the summer winds on the island
And now the ice it cracks and falls away
Driven in the storms
And I'll be there
Where the sky touches the sea
At the edge of the ocean where the beautiful world fades into the grey

I dream of the ocean, rising, rising
I dream of the ocean, rising, rising
I dream of the ocean, rising, rising, raising, raising