Sting — Underground River

Jackie: They say there’s an underground river That none of us can see And it flows through winding tunnels On it’s way to a tideless sea Jackie & Men: And across that sea is an island A paradise, we are told Where the toils of life are forgotten And they call it the island of souls For only a soul can go there A soul that’s been set free From the confines of a working life To find eternity Hummm Hummm Jackie & Ensemble: Oh a man builds a cage with the tools he is given, (Oh a man) His casket is sealed with a riveter’s gun All the days in between he’s just making a livin’, (All the days) ‘Til he takes to his bed, where he lays down his head And he’s passed on his tools to his son ‘Til the ship’s left the quay, only now is he free And the days of his labor are done All Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah... Jackie This is what we do, we build ships