The Empty Boat
(Gilberto Gil)
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
Yes, oh, my mind is clean
From the night to the day
From the East to the West
Oh, the stream is long
Yes, my dream is wrong
From the birth to the death
From the stern to the bow
Oh, my boat is empty
Yes, my head is empty
From the nape to the brow.
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