Eric Bogle - Song Of The Whale lyrics

The saddest sound I've ever heard

Is the song of the hump-backed whale

His moans and sighs and his eerie cries

Sing a sad familiar tale

For he sighs and blows as if he knows

His race is nearly run

And that soon with all of his kind he'll fall

Before the whaler's gun.

For every living thing on earth

Nature made a space

Each a living strand of a fragile plan

That can never be replaced

And not from need, but from wanton greed

Man has torn down nature's web

With greed possessed he will not rest

Till the last of the whales is dead.

In my mind's eye I can see them die

As the whaler finds his mark

Hear the muffled boom of the cruel harpoon

As it blasts their lives apart

I see the flood of their rich dark blood

As it stains the ocean red

And that bloody green will not wash clean

Till the last of the whales is dead.

The saddest sound I've ever heard

Is the song of the hump-backed whale

His moans and sighs and his eerie cries

Sing a sad familiar tale

For he sighs and blows as if he knows

His race is nearly run

And that soon with all of his kind he'll fall

Before the whaler's gun.