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Triangle - Gordon Lightfoot
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 goodbye
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 don'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