...
You’re all good men and free, and rich men we'll all be
when we come back to that nantucket with the head of that whale
and we've given up all the comforts of shore
and pine for them wherever we may roam
...
the years swept like winds over our backs
...
'til I was broken down by my conscious and run
... You’re all good men and free, and rich men we'll all be when we come back to that nantucket with the head of that whale and we've given up all the comforts of shore and pine for them wherever we may roam ... the years swept like winds over our backs ... 'til I was broken down by my conscious and run