WHIRLING A LIGHT.

My father was a guard of the whirling a light.
And it slept with a fine night of the nice one.
From this connection three came.
A trembler and a Porgy and the other one were I!

CHOIR. You ho ho, the wind impacts freely.
OH- for the life on the role sea!

One night, since I to a-add glim was.
To sing of worms of the anthem of evening.
A voice on the tax panel cried "ahoy!".
and there was my nut/mother and one-ate on a buoy.

CHOIR.

You ho ho, the wind impacts freely.
OH- for the life on the role sea!

"OH -, in that the remainder of my children is three?"
My nut/mother, then, which asked it from me.
Like a speaking fish one issued.
The other one by a scrubbing plate one served.

CHOIR.

You ho ho, the wind impacts freely.
OH- for the life on the role sea!


Then the phosphorous flashed in their sea plant hair.
Not there I looked again and my nut/mother was.
But their voice came back echo-ends from the night.
"To hell with the guard Wire bells team of the light!"

CHOIR. You ho ho, the wind impacts freely.
OH- for the life on the role sea!