These waters are dark, these waters are deep
Deep as the glowering sky,
Its shimmering sheen is not what it seems,
The stars have come here to die.
Bring me a soul to make her whole,
A skin for dancing in,
Cut me a robe from toe to lobe
And we'll hear the spirits sing
We're men with no name, taken in chains,
And fed to the great white whale,
Swallowed up whole, body and soul
Then disgorged where the white ship sails.
Bring me a soul to make her whole,
A skin for dancing in,
Cut me a robe from toe to lobe
And we'll hear the spirits sing
Dumbala knows, Dumbala sees, Dumbala hears our cry,
We've come from the sun to a sorrowful place
Where the stars are cast out of the sky.
Bring me a soul to make her whole,
A skin for dancing in,
Cut me a robe from toe to lobe
And we'll hear the spirits sing
White is the wax, keen is the blade,
Blue is the softening flame,
Walk at my will, speak when I say,
Come when I call your name.
Bring me a soul to make her whole,
A skin for dancing in,
Cut me a robe from toe to lobe
And we'll hear the spirits sing
Writer(s): Paul Roland
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