Songtexte: Decemberists. 5 Songs. Oceanside.
Sweet Anabelle, as seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
'Til she's fast and sleeping
Oh, well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I'm on track and keeping
But oh, if I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly
Oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these rolling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside, oceanside
At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
The field is right for reaping
Oh, well, I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well
Even though that's something I could never do well
I'm on track and keeping
But oh, if I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly
Oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these rolling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside, oceanside
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
'Til she's fast and sleeping
Oh, well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I'm on track and keeping
But oh, if I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly
Oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these rolling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside, oceanside
At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
The field is right for reaping
Oh, well, I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well
Even though that's something I could never do well
I'm on track and keeping
But oh, if I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly
Oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these rolling shores
To get you oceanside
Oceanside, oceanside
5 Songs