Sorry, guys. Got opera auditions coming up so....yup. It's opers lyrics.
From Britten's "Billy Budd"
And farewell to ye, old Rights O' Man!
Never your joys no more
Farewell to this grand rough world
Never more shipmates, no more sea
No looking down from the heights to the depths
But I've sighted a sail on the storm
A far shining sail that's not fate and I'm contented
I've seen where she's bound for
she has a land of her own where she'll anchor forever
Oh, I'm contented
Don't matter now being hanged,
or being forgotten and caught in the weeds
don't matter now!
