Watching the albatross hovering there
With the breath of the wind on her wings,
Thinking that maybe she might still be sleeping,
Thinking of various things...
Watching the mighty arched back of the blue whale,
Wondering if she will sound.
Watching the bird looking down on the blue whale,
Wondering what I have found...
Do these two creatures, so different to me
Understand all of the ways of the sea?
Are they or not, I cannot tell,
Each understanding the other as well?
The harpoon bites deep in the back of the blue whale;
The albatross will be shot down
Whilst silently watching the d**h of the blue whale,
Circling slowly around.
For man must destroy what he can't understand,
So my Ancient Mariner's tale
Must end with the bird swooping silently down
To die in the sea with the whale...
To die in the sea with the whale...
To die in the sea with the whale.