| It was late at night on the open road, |
| Speeding like a man on the run, |
| A lifetime spent preparing for the journey; |
| He is closer now and the search is on, |
| Reading from a map in the mind, |
| Yes there’s the ragged hill, |
| And there’s the boat on the river. And when the rain came down, |
| He heard a wild dog howl, |
| There were voices in the night — «Don't do it!» |
| Voices out of sight — «Don't do it! |
| Too many men have failed before, |
| Whatever you do, |
| Don’t pay the ferryman, |
| Don’t even fix a price, |
| Don’t pay the ferryman, |
| Until he gets you to the other side;"In the rolling mist, then he gets on board, |
| Now there’ll be no turning back, |
| Beware that hooded old man at the rudder, |
| And then the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared, |
| And people calling out his name, |
| And dancing bones that jabbered and a-moaned |
| On the water. And then the ferryman said, |
| «There is trouble ahead, |
| So you must pay me now," — «Don't do it!» |
| «You must pay me now," — «Don't do it!» |
| And still that voice came from beyond, |
| «Whatever you do, |
| Don’t pay the ferryman, |
| Don’t even fix a price, |
| Don’t pay the ferryman, |
| Until he gets you to the other side; |
| Don’t pay — the ferryman!" |