come gather ’round the river’s edge, as the waters roll and churn I’ve ferried many souls across, with no hope of return they pay their fare with silver coins, and step onto my deck in the misty air they drift away, their lives a fading speck row, row, the ferryman’s call one last journey and that is all across the deep to the farthest shore where the living walk no more their faces worn with tales untold, their eyes a distant gray but the weight they carry’s not for me, I guide them on their way through the fog and the rolling tide, their fates are tightly bound in the cold and silent waves below, their peace at last is found row, row, the ferryman’s call one last journey, and that is all across the deep, to the farthest shore where the living walk no more but who will row for me, my lads, when my work is finally done? when I’ve laid my oars to rest at last, and set beneath the sun? will the river take me in its arms, or leave me here to stay? a ghost upon the endless waves, forever and a day? row, row, the ferryman’s call one last journey and that is all across the deep to the farthest shore where the living walk no more so gather ’round the river’s edge, and hear this final tale of the ferryman who rows the lost, through storm and steady gale for one day soon, I’ll join them all, upon that distant tide and the ferryman’s song will be sung for all who have died
