Well the sea, Know that she’s, A crueler mistress, Many knaves, Upon her waves, Are doomed to fail, And the meek, Should ne’er seek, Her court of distress, But for the bold, Her heart may hold, The Wisher’s Whale, Well The Wisher’s Whale is waiting, But if she’s ever found, Her hook it pulls both ways, And she’ll drag you all around, What’s the cost, If crew is lost, As clinging to your treasure drown, Oh the Wisher’s Whale is waiting, And she’ll take her captive, Down, down, down Things out of reach, Are there to teach, A man a lesson, Sometimes it’s best, To let the chest, Fall from your grip, For if your lust, Like iron rusts, Turns to obsession, The dragging weight, Consumes like hate, And sinks your ship, Well The Wisher’s Whale is waiting, But if she’s ever found, Her hook it pulls both ways, And she’ll drag you all around, What’s the cost, If crew is lost, As clinging to your treasure drown, Oh the Wisher’s Whale is waiting, And she’ll take her captive, Down, down, down For harder still than finding, Is to let her loose and go, Always something there reminding, Like the silver moon aglow, That she’s out there for the taking, As by winds of want you’re blown, So far from home, But the Wisher’s Whale, Will never be your own
