I am a captain of many years I test the wind from the eastern pier Seemed so still Not until the open water Will the storm then creep Like a hunters snare, flashed across the air, waves of wild-eyed mares Set adrift on the northern sea Drinking wine to balance at the swaying water Back and forth! In the north sea's whirlpool We got sucked in And down below, these disarming calms grow, they'll never let you go