There's a bird over my shoulder I can see upon the wing And as we leave the sight of England No longer will I hear you sing Riding high above the ocean Beyond the rainbow far away Darkest in a month of Sundays No moon to guide the way As we steam into the darkness High above the ocean floor Like a cloud betrayed by moonlight In the dark I see no more As we touch so many sleeping Our jeopardy will soon be known And as the giant is upended Helpless into the dark we're thrown Now the icy cold consumes me Stars I've never seen before Shining like million diamonds Will they shine for evermore As the soul is drifting from me The story's end, a tale to tell I will not sink into the darkness I have not bade my last farewell I have not bade my last farewell