I met her there Inside the belly of the whale With wrinkled hands She held a child to her chest She told me how The bonny child had come to be Belovèd boy Her only solace in the sea In all your greatness (all your greatness) In all your words (all your words) And when I asked Why was she condemned to be Trapped inside The stormy monster's pit with me She took the boy And turned his head so I could see The strangle marks Her charge was dead as dead could be In all your greatness (all your greatness) In all your words (all your words)