We sailed upon the deepest blue
Mast ahigh and compass true
In search of the dreams of rebel kings -
The star under which the big whale sings.
Salty waves lapped at our hull
And midnight rain fell damp and dull
Whistling winds swelled with whisperings -
Of the rhythm to which the big whale sings.
Spray hit cold upon our cheek
Stinging spirits rendered weak
'Listen!' it hissed its urgent tidings
'To the tune of the song the big whale sings'.
‘Tunes which of untold stories tell
And free you from your creviced cell
To soar upon unfolded wings
Over the horizon where the big whale sings.’
So spirits woke in the thick deluge
That left no place to take refuge
And began to fill with strange longings -
The magic of the song the big whale sings.
The ship it tossed in the churning sea
And turned and sank to set us free
To find the land of the rebel kings
And learn the song the big whale sings.
Thus each let loose in the endless sky
Did stretch his wings and learn to fly
And dream a dream of new beginnings
And sing along as the big whale sings.
