Triangle Lyrics - Singles - Lightfoot Gordon

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 southwind 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 unevenyly 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