Gordon Lightfoot - Ghosts Of Cape Horn |
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Ghosts Of Cape Horn
Gordon Lightfoot All around old Cape Horn Ships of the line, ships of the morn Some who wish they'd never been born Fal deral da riddle de rum They are the ghosts of Cape Horn With a rim dim diddy And a rum dum dum They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Sailing away at the break of morn See them all in sad repair Southern gales, tattered sails Demons dance everywhere And none to tell the tales Come all of you rustic old sea dogs Who follow the great Southern Cross You we're rounding the Horn In the eye of a storm And you read all yer letters When ya lost 'er one day >From oceans away Then you took them to the bottom of the sea All around old Cape Horn Those who wish they'd never been born They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Ships of the line, ships of the morn Fal deral da riddle de rum With a rim dim diddy And a rum dum dum Sailing away at the break of morn They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Come all you old sea dogs from Devon Southampton, Penzance, and Kinsale You were caught by the chance It was not meant to be Of a sailor's last dance Then ya took them to the bottom of the sea And ya read all yer letters Cried anchor aweigh All around old Cape Horn Those who wish they'd never been born Ships of the line, ships of the morn They are the ghosts of Cape Horn Fal deral da riddle de rum And a rum dum dum With a rim dim diddy Sailing away at the break of morn They are the ghosts of Cape Horn |
