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 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 '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 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 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

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