Rosie in the light of dusk
And soaring freely around the rigging
Feels like something's on the cusp
Something marvellous just beginning

Now I'm stood upon the sodden soil
And I'm toiling over this hole I'm digging
Should I knock it down right dead
Or quietly bury it while it's still living?

Fractured and black my poor heart was struggling
Wept all over it and rusted the casket shut
Then solemnly to the cemetery, to lay it underground
No song, no psalm, no sermon, no sound

And who is this who through his cowardness
Has sickened and withered it?
My lover, brother, confidant and friend

Don't hesitate, don't slacken pacе
And never look over your shouldеr
I will follow on as planned
And we will meet again before we're much older