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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 good-bye again
There's still time for one last glass of ale
We'll sail away proudly, our backs to the wall
On a southwind and lots 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 unevenly 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 to learn"
It's
a mighty hard way
to come down
And a mighty
fine way to be found
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 finger tips
Oh
the best
of all things is the first day of spring
When the water runs heavy and fast
The mermaids
have all gone to Davy Jones' Ball
And it
seems their first trip was their last
They had
so much fun they don't wish to return
To the
beach where they lay all day long
They'd
rather stay under and boy it's no wonder
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
And a mighty
fine way to be found
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
When
she
took her last tumble the sea bottom rumbled
There was
no confusion or blame
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
"There
goes another sandbar"
It's
a mighty
hard way to come down
And a mighty
fine way to be found
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
Triangle
written and performed by
Gordon Lightfoot
From the album "Shadows" by Gordon Lightfoot 1982
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