
When I spent the night, there was a 100-year-old man
He told me good stories when he was younger
He was a brave whaler, no wonder he was one of the stronger
He showed some pictures of the hunted whale by those men
He talked to me when he ever traveled to hunt whales
He's ever seen the nicest and the biggest star
Polaris, a big yellow star that helps you go so far
this senior man used to hunt and his memory never fails
When I just looked at big picture
I've been shocked when I saw all the dead whales
because they killed them by pleasure
In those years, the whaling was really a blood leak
Everything in the whale was used, but the killing was terrible
Thanks for prohibiting the whaling 'cause the world is sick