Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Triangle, artist - Gordon Lightfoot. Album song Gord's Gold, Vol. II, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 15.03.2010
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Triangle |
| 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 |