Testo Triangle Gordon Lightfoot

Triangle

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 theres still time for one last glass of ale
Well sail away proudly, our backs to the wall on a southwind and lots of good cheer
And when weve looked over the white cliffs of dover, well be in bahama next year
From bermuda on down the triangle around us will teach us a lesson or two
Theres many a mate who unevenyly stated the course he had charted was true
Dont worry bout me, he said go down below, give a certified sailor a turn,
Just sip on your rum or Ill give you my thumb and say, son you got something t learn!
Its 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

Oh the best of all things is the first day of spring when 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 dont wish to return
To the beach where they lay all day long
Theyd rather stay under
And boy its no wonder
When all the rock lobsters roll on
Its a mighty fine way to be found

Triangle triangle
Oh see my ship dangle
Were bound for bahama my friend
Like lovers like danger
Like babies like mangers
But thats 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

Its 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 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

Its 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