Clyde-Stuart
Do not cry, do not weep,
For the dark ship is taking us
To the time where all is sleep
And the raven who is wise
Unruffled takes a feather
To cast it in the dying sea
Far from mortal eyes 
He knows the time has come
And watching, waits above the sails
To catch the last remaining sun
And that ship without a crew
Unshaken by the weather
Laughing, cuts the waves of tears
And the passenger is you