LAND HO






Strong winds are blowing,
So up with the sails.
We're racing a northern
From the gateways of hell.

The captain has mutinied,
Jumped this ship out on high seas,
Walked the plank out to the edge
And fell right off on his head

Land ho Land ho

The rest are left upon the decks;
Chaos rules the wheel
And steers into oblivion
Our fates a treasure to steal.

Even though you know history
Offered a steady command,
But was abandoned long ago,
Forgotten at first sight of land.

Land ho Land ho

Now you cannot get off this ship,
Though the devil's tongue did slip:
Telling us of our fates
When next we dock to Hates' gates.

So strong winds are blowing,
Let's get up with those sails.
Because we're racing this northern
From the gateways of hell.
~





DBrown Fisher
© June 1995

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