I'm Dreaming of a White Sailor - The Residents

Sometimes I feel his feet

When I’m fast asleep

I know that I’m dreaming

But the touch is soft and sweet

I went to see the silent sailor

And the sailor said

«Do not forget my face, my friend

For if you do I’m dead»

«Well, I don’t see how that could be»

I said to him as well

As peeling off a piece of paper

Stuck to my lapel

The sailor fell upon his knees

Then he fell beside

The cedar chest that he had carved

Then I think he died

Well, this was curious, I thought

So I wandered in And saw that there was something written

On his wrinkled skin

Well, I thought the thoughts of little children

And the thoughts of men

I thought the thoughts of stupid people

Who have never been

So much in love as they should be And got confused too easily

To fall in love again

To fall in love again

And so I say goodbye to you

And hope that maybe someday soon

We will meet again up there

For death is fair and friends are few

Friends are few

Friends are few

Friends are few