Ghost Ship
Last night I had a dream
I was somewhere out at sea
Through the fog and the mist
Came the shadow of a ship
I've never known such loneliness
As I found aboard that ship

Dead man tied to the helm
Not a soul left alive
Under her tattered sails
I looked to the sky
I called out to the moon
What have you done with the crew?
Am I the last man alive?
Not a soul left alive

The English Rose won't bloom
The Scotch thistle won't grow
The harp of Ireland not play
Until I, greet my liberty
Sometimes I can hear them singing
Those songs of the Sea
All their mourn and misery
The choir of the dead
That poor convict's lament
Not a soul left alive
Morning light came flooding in
And you whispered to me
Was something you were dreaming?
You were tossing and turning in sleep
And I can almost hear them still
At the end of the world
That lonely sound...

Of the ghosts ship's bell

And I yelled up at the moon
What the hell has happened here?
What have you done with crew?
Am I the last man alive?
Sometimes I hear them singing
Those Songs of the Sea
All their mourn and misery
Not a soul left alive
No a soul left alive
No a soul left alive