Lyrics Steve Smith - Vic Chesnutt

Steve Smith

Nobody heard him the dead man
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning
Poor chap he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him, his heart gave way
They said
Oh, no, no, no, it was always too cold
Still the dead one lay moaning
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning
Oh, no, no, no, it was always too cold
Still the dead one lay moaning
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning
This is taken from the poem 'Not waving but drowning' by Stevie Smith