♪ Captain,
if it's all the same to you,
let me read you like,
oh.
Sorry son,
though your heart may be true,
you best get it stopped from revolving through
you as I slip to wash the wicked words back down your throat.
I
know my ship,
my catch,
and my man,
I don't know what you think you've seen.
Captain,
you may well take offense,
but something has to be done on the west shore of today.
These locker for the calm sea,
certain greed.
You're not listening.
I saw a woman,
I heard a bell.
Captain,
the wrong will light up and your eyes will chase,
neither can the curse.
No lapse then,
son,
for my fertile mind,
for the ghost of the true love that I've left behind,
baby,
will make her haunt no life for a while I'm gone from her.
I hear the peal of our wedding bells
many miles away and months from now.
Captain,
if you can't put your all,
but that old future you destined to grow,
let it weep and gnash your teeth with all the rightly drowned.
Sir, I'm fighting.
For a home on the fiddler's green.
Not for a woman or a.
Captain,
the sea
took your ship, catch and man,
sorry,
son,
you're dead wrong again.
I'll sail on with only the love you can dare.