Ferryman Songtext
von The Seer

A pale lean face in the candlelight
A wooden cross in the bony hands
Old women pray for this poor soul
For God′s grace for the dying man

A weak eye stare into the dark
Full of fear and open wide
Sees someone who is waiting there
To take him to the other side

A cold touch
A cold breath
A cold voice speaking

Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
And the Ferryman


Priestess speaking words of hope
Gets away into the light
But the storm blows hard and the thunder rolls
As the dying man draws up his fate

A cold touch
A cold breath
A cold voice speaking

Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
And the Ferryman

Do you want to see the Ferryman?
Do you want to see the Ferryman?
Do you really want to see the Ferryman?
Alright, this is the Ferryman


Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
Time to get on board now
Come give me your hand
Time to bid farewell
And the Ferryman