The Lockman Lyrics - Marc Almond

The bargemen see 

Me growing old 

I see the bargemen 

Aging too 

We play the game 

Of Tom Fools 

Where the one 

Who still is oldest 

In my work 

Even in summer 

He must travel 

WIth eyes clossed 

It's not nothing 

Being a lockman 

The barge men know 

My bloated face 

They joke with me 

That's there mistake 

Half sorcerer 

Half drunkard 

I cast a spell 

On all that sings 

In my work 

In autumn 

We gather fruit 

And the drowned 

It's not nothing 

Being a lockman 

In his basket 

A baby squirms 

To watch the fly 

On his nose 

Mama moans 

And time frets 

Cabbage sweats 

And fires groan 

In my work 

In winter 

We think of the father 

Who drowned himself 

It's not nothing 

Being a lockman 

Towards the spring 

The barge women 

Feign and gloat 

From their boat 

I'd like their games 

But for that war 

That he leaves me 

Somewhat damaged 

In my work 

In the spring 

One takes the time 

To drown self 

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