Gordon Lightfoot - Triangle |
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Triangle
Gordon Lightfoot Oh the gist of it all is the first day of fall is the day when my ship will set sail The best of all friends will say goodWe'll sail away proudly, our backs to the wall on a southwind and lots one last glass of ale of good cheer And when we've looked over the white cliffs of Dover, We'll be in Bahama next year >From Bermuda on down the Triangle around us will teach us a lesson or two There's many a mate who unevenyly stated the course he had charted was true "Don't worry 'bout me," he said "Go down below, give a certified sailor a turn, Just sip on your rum or I'll give you my thumb and say, son you got something t' learn!" And a mighty fine way to be found It's a mighty hard way to come down So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips runs heavy and fast Oh the best of all things is the first day of spring when when the water The mermaids have all gone to Davy Jones' Ball They had so much fun They don't wish to return And it seems their first trip was their last to the beach where they lay all day long And boy it's no wonder They'd rather stay under When all the rock lobsters roll on It's a mighty fine way to be found Triangle Triangle Oh see my ship dangle We're bound for Bahama my friend Like lovers like danger Like babies like mangers But that's where my storybook ends Like soldiers of fortune, believers in God And all kings without crosses to bear All sweepers and cleaners with no misdemeanors Should try the triangle out there It's a mighty hard way to come down So hand me my grip And a mighty fine way to be found >From an old sailing ship Put the kiss of dawn on my lips With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips When she took her last tumble There was no confusion or blame The sea bottom rumbled The captain said "Men we must answer again to the sea so ye may not complain" And as they lay sleeping down there in the deep With their faces turned up to the stars A tuna fish turned To a mermaid in bed and said And a mighty fine way to be found It's a mighty hard way to come down "There goes another sandbar" So hand me my grip >From an old sailing ship With some luck tonight Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips I might have her at my fingertips |
