Triangle Lyrics - Gordon Lightfoot

Oh, the gist of it all is the first day of fall 

Is the day when my ship will set sail 

The best of all friends will say good-bye again 

There's still time for one last glass of ale 

We'll sail away proudly, our backs to the wall 

On a south wind and lots of good cheer 

And when we've looked over the white cliffs of Dover 

We'll be in Bahama next year 

From Bermuda on down the Triangle around us 

Will teach us a lesson or two 

There's many a mate who unevenly stated 

The course he had charted was true 

"Don't worry 'bout me," he said "Go down below 

Give a certified sailor a turn 

Just sip on your rum or I'll give you my thumb and say 

Son you got something t' learn" 

It's a mighty hard way to come down and a mighty fine way to be found 

So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship 

Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips with some luck tonight 

I might have her at my fingertips 

Oh, the best of all things is the first day of spring 

When when the water runs heavy and fast 

The mermaids have all gone to Davy Jones' Ball 

And it seems their first trip was their last 

They had so much fun, they don't wish to return 

To the beach where they lay all day long 

They'd rather stay under and boy it's no wonder 

When all the rock lobsters roll on 

It's a mighty fine way to be found 

Triangle Triangle, oh see my ship dangle 

We're bound for Bahama my friend 

Like lovers like danger, like babies like mangers 

But that's where my storybook ends 

Like soldiers of fortune, believers in God 

And all kings without crosses to bear 

All sweepers and cleaners with no misdemeanors 

Should try the triangle out there 

It's a mighty hard way to come down 

And a mighty fine way to be found 

So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship 

Put the kiss of dawn on my lips with some luck tonight 

I might have her at my fingertips 

When she took her last tumble, the sea bottom rumbled 

There was no confusion or blame 

The captain said, "Men we must answer again 

to the sea so ye may not complain" 

And as they lay sleeping down there in the deep 

With their faces turned up to the stars 

A tuna fish turned to a mermaid in bed and said 

"There goes another sandbar" 

It's a mighty hard way to come down 

And a mighty fine way to be found 

So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship 

Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips 

With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips