Creeksailor Songtext
von Rev Simpkins

Creeksailor, won′t you carry me over please?
Show me the stars' bold certainties
Speak of the breezes, the tides, the sands
Oh, still my shaking tiller hand

There′s no depth that she fears
She knows the problems come when the shallows appear


We set out sharp on some mercury morn
We rode the silver and we grieved the dawn
We skimmed the mud flats, caught the curlew's call
Felt the freighter's rotten ribs, and poked the dead barge′s pall

There′s no depth that we fear
We know the problems come when the shallows appear

Well, if you fix your eyes on those lights above
And ignore the shingle's slide and the movement of mud
The lap of the marsh, oh, the suck of the tide
The mystery of the mist will draw you deep down inside

But there′s no depth you need fear
Just know the problems come when the shallows appear