The Empty Boat
                          
                               From the stern to the bow
  Oh; my boat is empty
  Yes, my heart is empty
  From the hole to the how
  
  From the rudder to the sail
  Oh my boat is empty
  Yes, my hand is empty
  From the wrist to the nail
  
  From the ocean to the bay
  Oh, the sand is clean
  Oh, my mind is clean
  From the night to the day
  
  From the stern to the bow
  Oh, my boat is empty
  Oh, my head is empty
  From the nape to the brow
  
  From the east to the west
  Oh, the stream is long
  Yes, my dream is wrong
  From the birth to the death.