Gordon Lightfoot: Triangle

Oh the gist of it all is the first day of fall is the day when my ship will set sailThe best of all friends will say good-bye again there's still time for one last glass of aleWe'll sail away proudly, our backs to the wall on a southwind and lots of good cheerAnd when we've looked over the white cliffs of Dover, We'll be in Bahama next yearFrom Bermuda on down the Triangle around us will teach us a lesson or twoThere'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!"It's a mighty hard way to come downAnd a mighty fine way to be foundSo hand me my grip from an old sailing shipPut the kiss of the dawn on my lipsWith some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertipsOh the best of all things is the first day of spring when when the water runs heavy and fastThe mermaids have all gone to Davy Jones' BallAnd it seems their first trip was their lastThey had so much funThey don't wish to returnto the beach where they lay all day longThey'd rather stay underAnd boy it's no wonderWhen all the rock lobsters roll onIt's a mighty fine way to be foundTriangle TriangleOh see my ship dangleWe're bound for Bahama my friendLike lovers like dangerLike babies like mangersBut that's where my storybook endsLike soldiers of fortune, believers in GodAnd all kings without crosses to bearAll sweepers and cleanerswith no misdemeanorsShould try the triangle out thereIt's a mighty hard way to come downAnd a mighty fine way to be foundSo hand me my gripFrom an old sailing shipPut the kiss of dawn on my lipsWith some luck tonightI might have her at my fingertipsWhen she took her last tumbleThe sea bottom rumbledThere was no confusion or blameThe captain said "Men we must answer again to the sea so ye may not complain"And as they lay sleeping down there in the deepWith their faces turned up to the starsA tuna fish turnedTo a mermaid in bed and said"There goes another sandbar"It's a mighty hard way to come downAnd a mighty fine way to be foundSo hand me my gripFrom an old sailing shipPut the kiss of the dawn on my lipsWith some luck tonightI might have her at my fingertips...