The wind blows against the sail;
the ship is now only a shell.
The ocean I'd tide covers her now;
there is no captain at her bow.
The ship won't last too much longer now;
the ocean seems to take her under.
The current is much too strong;
it won't be long until she's gone.
There is no captain at the wheel,
in a storm there's a chill.
All her emotion can't seem to fight;
she's lost without his guiding light.
The wind blows against the sail;
the ship can't line the whale.
As the ocean begins to swell,
the ship is now only a shell.
In a storm and lightening and thunder,
as the ship goes too quickly under;
the ship won't last much longer now.
~~Fiddler 03/03/2002
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