Cossack Tide

My brother in law is a miner
My brother in law is a mixed race man
Is he conflicted? Well you could wonder
He makes his living deep and under the ground
My brother in law loves my sister
And that’s the matter, and all the matter

There is a tide in the cares of men
Mine has gone out, and it’s not coming back in

Now nothing is in itself curious
That, in itself, is not curious
I can leave most everything more or less
As it’s found
The points in the sky make me wonder not why
But why I’m not wondering why I’vе no wonder

There is a tidе in the cares of men
Mine has gone out, and it’s not coming back in

Now I live in a place that sleeps in history
And only awakens for some drowsy relations
Like a drunk, sullen man
Rousing hard, with roving hand
Who has only thought of pleasure
Who is like to understand -
There is a limit
There is a ceiling
There is a shying away from all feeling

There is a tide in the cares of men
Mine has gone out, and it’s not coming back in