Jethro Tull - Flying Dutchman Lyrics
Old lady with a barrow; life near endingStanding by the harbour wall; warm wishes sendingChildren on the cold sea swell ---Not fishers of men ---Gone to chase away the last herring:Come empty home again.So come all you lovers of the good lifeOn your supermarket run ---Set a sail of your own devisingAnd be there when the dutchman comes.Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warringSad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoringSlow ocean hobo --- ports closed to her crewNo hope of immigration --- keep on passing through.So come all you lovers of the good lifeYour children playing in the sun ---Set a sympathetic flag a-flyingAnd be there when the dutchman comes.Death grinning like a scarecrow --- flying dutchmanSeagull pilots flown from nowhere --- try and touch oneAs she slips in on the full tideAnd the harbour-master yellsAll hands vanished with the captain ---No one left, the tale to tell.So come all you lovers of the good lifeLook around you, can you see?Staring ghostly in the mirror ---Its the dutchman you will be..floating slowly out to seaIn a misty misery.
