Down by the harborside
A boat is fastened by a length of rope
It was a perfect match
Dreaming of escape
Feeling almost detached
Look beneath the waves
The seabirds diving down into black water
The morning bells begin
Schoolchildren chant and spin
A length of rope
Below a hanging tree
Like cruel secrets some of us turn out to be
Should our love increase
We are all released like statues from marble
While in a prison yard
They're taking turns to guard
A length of rope
Are you too weak to fight?
Picking up a thread and then stretching it tight
Look beneath the waves
The seabirds diving down into black water
Still our love increased
We are all released like statues from marble
