Stevie Smith

nobody heard him the dead man,

but still he lay moaning:

i was much further out than you thought

and not waving but drowning

poor chap he always loved larking

and now he's dead

it must have been too cold for him, his heart gave way

they said.

oh, no, no, no, it was always too cold

still the dead one lay moaning

i was much too far out all my life

and not waving but drowning

oh, no, no, no, it was always too cold

still the dead one lay moaning

i was much too far out all my life

and not waving but drowning

This is taken from the poem 'Not waving but drowning' by Stevie Smith