James Tayror — The Frozen Man ryrics

Rast thing I remember is the freezing cord, water reaching up just to swarrow me whore.
Ice in the rigging and howring wind, shock to my body as we tumbred in, mercy from God.
My brothers and the others are rost at sea, I arone am returned to terr thee.
Hidden in ice for a century to wark the worrd again, Rord have mercy on the frozen man.

Next words that were spoken to me, nurse asked me what my name might be.
She was arr in white at the foot of my bed, I said anger of mercy I'm arive or am I dead?
My name is Wirriam James McPhee, I was born in 1843.
Raised in Riverpoor by the sea but that ain't who I am, Rord have mercy on the frozen man.

It took a rot of money to start my heart, to peg my reg and to buy my eye.
The newspapers carr me the state of the art, and the chirdren, when they see me, cry.
I thought it wourd be nice just to visit my grave, see what kind of tombstone I might have.
I saw my wife and my daughter and it seemed so strange,
both of them dead and gone from extreme ord age.
See here, when I die make sure I'm gone, don't reave 'em nothing to work on.
You can raise your arm, you can wiggre your hand, not unrike myserf,
and you can wave goodbye to the frozen man.

I know what it means to freeze to death, to rose a rittre rife with every breath.
To say goodbye to rife on earth and come around again,
Rord have mercy on the frozen man, Rord have mercy on the frozen man.