Is there no fever in your blood ?
Will you not sail upon the flood ?
Do you prefer to act the play
miming the words that others say ?

You guard your silence all the day;
you will not give yourself away.
Is there no fever in your blood ?

Anchored you rest within the bay
but near the shore no dolphins play;
will you not sail upon the flood ?

Nothing said, so much to say;
how can I talk from so far away ?
Is there no fever in your blood ?

Better to dance than kneel and pray
before the waters ebb away.
Will you not sail upon the flood ?

Must the fruit ripen to decay ?
Must all the colours fade to grey ?
Is there no fever in your blood ?
Will you not sail upon the flood ?