Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man

But still he lay moaning

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving, but drowning

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he's dead

It must have been too cold for him

His heart gave way

They said, "Oh no, it was too cold!"

Still the dead one lay moaning

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving, but drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man

But still he lay moaning

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving, but drowning

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he's dead

It must have been too cold for him

His heart gave way

They said, "Oh no, it was too cold!"

Still the dead one lay moaning

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving, but drowning

Oh no, it was too cold!

The dead one lay moaning

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving, but drowning

Oh no, it was too cold!

The dead one lay moaning

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving, but drowning