Salt Swept Ship

Lets cut this anchor, and turn the helm
Widowed wives live to tell
A captain says; a captain gets.
A worried crew never regrets.
Worried crews never regret.

"She's coming on boys, and she's coming on strong"
The radio is lost in the fog
This vessel built to hold my bones
One more lung, and I'm gone
One more lung, and I’m gone

Three sheets to the wind
I'm not here to lose
What’s a story if everyone died?

Don't be so scared, I truly care.
I just can't lay it on the crew.
Treat it light, treat it like
You already knew,
It's only cold, and its only blue

"She's coming on boys, and she's coming on strong"
The radio is lost in the fog
These vessels built to hold my bones
One more lung, and I'm gone
One more lung, and I’m gone

Dear Andrea Gail,
I write for you to know
Id like you to know
Id like you to know

Dear Andrea Gail,
Where ever you go
Where ever you go
Where ever you go

Dear Andrea Gail,
You’re the wind in my sails
The wind in my sails
The wind in my sails

Dear Andrea Gail,
I’m the timber you’re the nails


Mysteries crashed on the bow last night.
Holding the helm; grip latched tight.
White knuckles clenched to break the rain.
Say it now or never again.

I like it. I love seafaring songs and old pirate shanties. Good work here.