And so the outside, it bashes us inBashes us about a bitFeel it tugging you, ploughing you flatThen feel it filling your sailsAnd warm on your backOoohAnd blessed are those who see and are silentBlessed are those who see and are silentBlessed are those who see and are silentBlessed are those who see and are silentBlessed are those who seeSo won’t you hoist up the bucket now, Charlie?Whoosh it all over the deckCause we’ve been getting most mightily filthyMud marks up to our necksOoohAnd they did unfold and the wind it did fill themAnd they did unfold and the wind it did fill themAnd they did unfold and the wind it did fill themAnd they did unfold and the windAnd so the outside, it bashes us inBashes us about a bitFeel it tugging you, ploughing you flatThen feel it filling your sailsAnd warm on your back
