Me.
The Frozen Man.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Last thing I remember is the freezing coldWater reaching up just to swallow me wholeIce in the rigging and howling windShock to my body as we tumbled inThen my brothers and the others are lost at seaI alone am returned to tell theeHidden in ice for a centuryTo walk the world againLord have mercy on the frozen manNext words that were spoken to me:Nurse asked me what my name might be.She was all in white at the foot of my bedI said "Angel of mercy, I'm alive! -- or am I dead..."My name is William James McPheeI was born in 1823Raised in Liverpool by the seaBut that ain't who I amLord have mercy on the frozen manIt took a lot of money to start my heartTo peg my leg and to buy my eyeThe newspapers call me the state of the artAnd the children, when they see me, cryI thought it would be nice just to visit my graveSee what kind of tombstone I might haveI saw my wife and my daughter and it seemed so strangeBoth of them dead and gone from extreme old ageSee here, when I die make sure I'm goneDon't leave 'em nothing to work onYou can raise your arm, you can wiggle your hand (not unlike myself)And you can wave goodbye to the frozen manI know what it means to freeze to deathTo lose a little life with every breathTo say goodbye to life on earthAnd come around againLord have mercy on the frozen manLord have mercy on the frozen man- James Taylor
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:10 AM
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