Home Of The Whale

• Massive Attack

Oh my love he works upon the sea

On the waves that blow wild and free

He splices the ropes and he sets the sail

While southwards he roams to the home of the whale

And he ne’er thinks of me far behind

Or the torments that rage in my mind

He is mine for only part of the year

Then I’m left all alone with only my tears

All ye ladies that smell of wild rose

Thank ye for your perfume of where a man goes

Thank ye all the wives and the babies that yearn

For the man ne’er returned from hunting the sperm