Lyrics

La Mer by Oscar Wilde

A white mist drifts across the shrouds
A wild moon in its wintry sky
Gleams like an angry lion's eye
Out of a mane of tawny clouds.
La, la mer
The muffled steersman at the wheel
is but a shadow in the gloom
And in the throbbing engine room
Leap the long rods of polished steel
La, la mer
The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like ravelled lace