Gordon Lightfoot - Triangle Lyrics
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 theres still time for one last glass of aleWell sail away proudly, our backs to the wall on a southwind and lots of good cheerAnd when weve looked over the white cliffs of dover, well be in bahama next yearFrom bermuda on down the triangle around us will teach us a lesson or twoTheres many a mate who unevenyly stated the course he had charted was trueDont 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 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 dont wish to returnTo the beach where they lay all day longTheyd rather stay underAnd boy its no wonderWhen all the rock lobsters roll onIts a mighty fine way to be foundTriangle triangleOh see my ship dangleWere bound for bahama my friendLike lovers like dangerLike babies like mangersBut thats 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 thereIts 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 complainAnd as they lay sleeping down there in the deepWith their faces turned up to the starsA tuna fish turnedTo a mermaid in bed and saidThere goes another sandbarIts 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
