Mathilde Santing Texas Girl (at The Funeral Of Her Father)
Here I am, lost in the wind
round in circles sailing
like a ship that never comes in
standing all alone
Sing a sad song for a good man
sing a sad song for me
Sing a sad song for the sailor
a thousand miles from the sea
Here I am, alone on a plain
Sun’s going down
it’s starting to rain
Papa, we’ll go sailing