Last Of The Gret Navigators Lyrics

Afloat in a boat on a river.
Leading a simple life.
These are the tools that I'm given:
The compass line and knife.

One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in line, and left there to go rotten.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in lime, and left there to go rotten.

I follow the stars to wherever.
Moon turn the tides away.
Asleep in the arms of forever.
I'm drifting out into the bay.

One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in line, and left there to go rotten.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in lime, and left there in a hole.

I believe there's something good around the corner.
I received a premonition.
Coasting out towards the sea and waters' warmer.
All my dreams come to fruition.

The last of the great navigators.
Marooned with no fixed address.
Alone with the songs of the Siren.
And the devil made done for the rest.

One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in line, and left there to go rotten.
One at a time, the old crimes are forgotten.
Buried in lime, and left there in a hole to rot away.