The Whalers Dues - Jethro Tull

oney spraks.

Soft hearts lose.

The truth only whispers.

It’s the whaler’s dues.

I’ve been running borrowed time, if truth’s to be told.

Two whales in the ocean, cruising the night

Search for each other before we turn out thir light.

Been accused of deep murder on thee North Atlantic swell

But I have three hungry children and a young wife as well.

And behind stand generations of hard hunting men

Who raised a glass to the living, and went killing again.

Are you with me?

Money speaks, soft hearts lose.

The truth only whispers.

Now pay the whaler’s dues.

Can you forgive me?

Now I’m old and I sit land-locked in a back-country jail

To reflect on all of my sins and the death of the whale.