Come away with me To toil upon the sea, Come away and see How sweet sea life can be, I’ll sing Bonnie Dundee Off the coast of Old Guernsey, you and me As toilers of the sea, as toilers of the sea.
Help me put that wrecked Romance away from me, Help me understand How it was lost at sea, It wasn’t destined to be, She belonged to another not me, What’ll be will be, For toilers of the sea, for toilers of the sea.
I can stand it if you’re There with me, For the solitary life at sea Is enough to make you Sea crazy, With the whales And gulls for company, For toilers of the sea, for toilers of the sea.
We can ponder on The ocean’s mysteries, I’ll unveil a few of My old sea stories, You’ll see how kind a tar can be, I promise you’ll be safe with me, When we’re out at sea As toilers of the sea, as toilers of the sea.
Everything we know, or think we know, comes from an infinitesimal speck of time and space. “Important” people, just random specks of insignificance. Nothing more than Sea Monkeys, fluttering around Sea Monkey world. Everything spoken as truth only reinforces ignorance.