Thereís only ice above me and below.
What will I break - the bottom or the top?
Forget thy fears, Iíll go up with the hope
On our meeting, and my further job.
Ice of the top, get a breakdown and crack!
I sweat for like a tiller in the season.
To thee, my love, Iíll certainly be back,
Just as I wrote of in that old sea song.
My age is young - Iíve crossed my forties slightly,
Thank the Lord God and thee that Iím alive.
Iíve gotten what to sing to the Almighty,
And I believe itíll justify my life.