RW (5/4/1973 / LONDON)

Troubled Are These Waters That Carry Thee

Troubled are these waters that carry thee,
can't see through these tears, as you leave me,
like the waves, carrying you out to the seas,
my heart's pieces float into the deep darkness,
submerged in your sea's abyss.

No more sun to rise or set for you and I,
oh how deep these waters, being filled by my eyes.
No need for the bottle with the note for thee,
troubled are these waters that carry thee.

The storms will take you far away away from
the love I so wanted to share some day.
O' waters blinding my eyes
the sting of death washing upon me,
troubled are these waters that carry thee.

I cannot release you to the depth and cold of the sea,
my heart so longs still to be with thee.
Upon my heart the angry sea beats so violently,
troubled are these waters that carry thee.

I sit and wait in the night, no hope till I see morning's light.
The mist from the sea dampens my spirit and soul
along with these warm tears that for you,
fall silently in the sea,
troubled are these waters that carry thee.

Washed away into the night,
taking my heart on a one way flight,
out into the cold sea along with thee,
troubled are these waters that carry thee.

by Ruth warren

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Splendid imagey, it really carries depth from the heart.