Ferryman, Ferryman

Ferryman, ferryman, give me a smile.
You’d think by your glumness that you were on trial.
The river is choppy but I have no fear,
So ferryman, ferryman, be of good cheer.

Long have I travelled to take up this place,
The dust in my wrinkles has hardened my face.
My wearisome journey is nearing its end,
So do not be fearful for me, my good friend.

Ferryman, ferryman, is that the shore,
Behind that incredibly, beautiful spore?
And is that my mother beyond on the quay,
Her face bright and shining and beaming at me?