At full fathom five I am barely alive And these barnacles cling to my chest Been tumbled and crushed by the currents that rush With the weight of compounded regrets Now I’m left for dead upon these yellow sands I need your gentle hands to lift me up, come lift me up Hear the ding dong bell, oceans surge and swell What a tale they tell of their hidden prize Now the chanticleer cries with call so clear Foot it featly here and see with your eyes The wreck of our lives Washed up on the beach, I am far out of reach A rag in the rags of my time The wild waves have whist my lips with their kiss Like so many dreams that have died Now I’m left for dead upon these yellow sands I need your gentle hands to lift me up, come lift me up CHORUS Now nothing that was could ever remain But all doth suffer a sea change Into something so rich and so strange CHORUS Now I’m left for dead

O boundless salvation! deep ocean of love, O fullness of mercy, Christ brought from above, The whole world redeeming, so rich and so free, Now flowing for all men, come, roll over me! My sins they are many, their stains are so deep,
 And bitter the tears of remorse that I weep;
 But useless is weeping; thou great crimson sea,
 Thy waters can cleanse me, come, roll over me! Come roll over me, come roll over me With boundless salvation this captive to free I’ll plunge neath the waters of soul cleansing streams O, boundless salvation, come roll over me Now tossed with temptation, then haunted with fears,
 My life has been joyless and useless for years; 
I feel something better most surely would be
 If once thy pure waters would roll over me. Chorus O ocean of mercy, oft longing I’ve stood
 On the brink of thy wonderful, life giving flood!
 Once more I have reached this soul cleansing sea,
 I will not go back till it rolls over me. Chorus

You may have heard the story told of Mary’s little lamb How it followed her to school one day and most everywhere she went And many say with honored praise, its fleece was white as snow But few can tell the tale I know or show what I will show Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep and knew not where to look For Jack be nimble, Jack be quick was a sneaky little crook Yes, love they say, will make a way and Mary held Jack’s heart So while Bo slept, in Jack crept and stole a lamb with art There’s trouble in the meadow, there’s trouble on the hill If you’ve come here for adventure then come and get your fill The nursery now is reeling, the children feeling ill For there’s trouble now a’brewin’ for every Jack and Jill Round and round the mulberry bush, a monkey chased that fleecer And a little dog laughed to see such sport as he made off past that sleeper For Little Boy Blue was fast asleep under a haystack warm And Little Miss Muffet ran off in fright, so no one raised alarm Now Jack and Jill ran up the hill to fetch a pail of water And saw Jack jump the Candlestick with a lamb led by a halter Yes, Jack fell down and broke his crown – there was no other witness – For Jill, you know, followed her beau and tumbled down in distress CHORUS Yes, Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he So Jack never paid for this ruminant raid and now he’s running free So ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross; call every old man to pray For there’s trouble in the nursery now that Jack has got away CHORUS