Stood on the edge of the blue black river, buried my feet in the sand The late summer wind sent a terrible shiver into my spine and hands Old wooden wind chimes bruise each other Isn't the melody grand? Carries a piece of your mind away, and buries it deep in the sand Buries it deep in your head, buries it deep in the sand Oh Rama, Holy Crocodile Rolling in the sea That's eating up the sun And spinning darkly down Followed you down in a miner's vision, diamonds in empty hands Startled the sea just to hear them coming lights from a distant land Find my way back to the place I left Isn't the memory grand? Carries a piece of your mind away, and buries it deep in the sand Buries it deep in your head, buries it deep in the sand Oh Rama, Holy Crocodile Rolling in the sea That's eating up the sun And spinning darkly down Oh Rama, Holy Crocodile Rolling in the sea That's eating up the sun And spinning darkly down Spinning darkly down Spinning darkly down Spinning darkly down Spinning darkly down