The Ferryman

The ferryman rows.

An oar rose & fell,

Into gentle repose.

He tolls the bell

The ferryman rows.

It rings and sings,

Ding dings for thee.

Are we going to hell?

The ferryman rows.

Two coins, not three,

Not for the ferry,

The ferryman's free,

And he never tells.

The ferryman rows.

And rows.