Triangle (2002 Remaster)

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 unevenyly stated the course

He had charted was true

Don't worry about 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 fingertips

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 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