Текст: Decemberists. 5 Songs. Oceanside.

Sweet Anabelle, as seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
'Til she's fast and sleeping

Oh, well, I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I'm on track and keeping

But oh, if I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly

Oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these rolling shores
To get you oceanside

Oceanside, oceanside

At rising tide, you're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
The field is right for reaping

Oh, well, I guess I'm something of a neer-do-well
Even though that's something I could never do well
I'm on track and keeping

But oh, if I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly

Oh, if I could only coax you overboard
To leave these rolling shores
To get you oceanside

Oceanside, oceanside