The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner by Wicked Caravan published on 2019-02-15T07:13:20Z The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. 'God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!— Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. Lyrics by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) EP cover by Gustave Doré (1832-1883) – The Albatross Is Shot by the Mariner (1876) © 2019 Robert Grgurinović ℗ 2019 Robert Grgurinović Contact: info@9productions.com Genre Rock
