Round robin, round We were all hypnotized by the sound Of his tales from the old country Told for a pint and a pound
Stories of battles at sea From a voice that could shake down the trees And the face of an angel All battered by grand tragedy
Raise your glass in the air With a tear in your eye Time has come now to bid him goodbye For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died Let him live on in legend tonight.
No soul shared his name And he sought neither fortune nor fame But this old dusty tavern is kingdom O'er which he would reign
Not a chapter of life he forgot And the truth of it all mattered not For adventure and grandeur and rapture We'd feast on the lot
Raise your glass in the air With a tear in your eye Time has come now to bid him goodbye For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died Let him live on in legend tonight.
(All togetha!)
Raise your glass in the air With a tear in your eye Time has come now to bid him goodbye For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died Let him live on in legend tonight.
Raise your glass in the air With a tear in your eye Time has come now to bid him goodbye For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died Let him live on in legend tonight.
The stars will shine brightly No more in the sky They've lost their best sailor to guide For at first light this morn The Old Captain has died Let him live on in legend tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
