Lyrics Sinking... - Alabama 3

Sinking...

We ain’t seen land for 13 months
The water’s run dry
The Captains drunk, stoned in his bunk
I seen the bosun gettin' high
My mouth’s so dry from the rum that came
From a bottle now long gone
St Christopher if you hear this now
Give us hope to carry on
The albatross flew across the bow
Below deck the captain roared
Bring me my gun
I want the Opium
Stoned he shot the bird
When the wind died down the only sound
Was the whisper of his dying words
«Beware don’t stare at the Marie Celeste
This quest of ours is cursed»
The full moon light burned bright as fire
As fever gripped the crew
To the east Ahab’s screams
Split the winding sheets in two
To the west six silhouettes
Hung sailors now long gone
We prayed that night that in the morning light
We’d all get blown to kingdom come
Just as we started sinking
The harbour lights came on
Arms of angels carried us
From the rocks that we broke upon
We swam into still waters
The band began to play
I heard again that sweet refrain
Lord oh happy day
Its gonna be alright
(I hope it’s gonna be alright)