Boeijen Frank
A Summer at the End of the Twentieth Century
The Ferryman
The ferryman never chose
A river flows in his eyes
By chance on the way to the end
To disappear there
Without a trace
His love keeps his distance
To protect her soul
But at high tide
Her doubt disappears
/>And the ferryman doesn't trust it
Sailing from bank to bank
Up and down in the rain in the storm
And when the last stranger is far away
The ferryman's story becomes heard
On that day on the other side
The sun breaks through or the mist comes in
The water whispers its name
The ferryman
Ask the wind
Who tells him about the future
And what strangers do to each other
And about his beloved who will one day come
Will understand him
Without a word
Sail from shore to shore
Up and down in rain in storm
And when the last stranger is far away
The ferryman's story is heard
Sailing from shore to shore
Up and down in rain in storm
And when the last stranger is far away
The story of the ferryman is heard
The story of sun and moon
The story of love and hate
The story of life and death

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