On the blackest night with the wind in her sails
her prow cut through the waves built by rolling gales
her silence was her shroud, from the dark sea was born
and she rode the ocean high through the eye of a storm

And tall stood her masts up where the sea birds fly
she's as cold as the grave, a silhouette against the sky
but there's no hand upon her wheel nor footsteps on her deck
could it be the ghostly light of the Marie Celeste

Her secrets lie aboard her, they'll remain there for all time
unseen shades will guide her through spray capped with rhime
upon the timeless sea roads with thunder at her door
locked inside grey doom she'll sail for ever more

Stars watch down from their vista still and deep
a voyage to nowhere in the winter of her sleep
she's cold to the heart and her soul shall get no rest
could it be the ghostly light of the Marie Celeste

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