Procul Harum - A Salty Dog 1971 <br /> <br />Released 1969 <br /> <br />All hands on deck, we've run a float, <br />I heard the Captain cry. <br />Explore the ship, replace the cook, <br />Let no one leave alive. <br />Across the straits, around the horn, <br />How far can sailors fly? <br />A twisted path, our tortured course, <br />And no one left alive. <br /> <br />We sailed for parts unknown to man, <br />Where ships come home to die. <br />No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, <br />Could match our captain's eye. <br />Upon the seventh seasick day, <br />We made our port of call. <br />A sand so white, and sea so blue, <br />No mortal place at all. <br /> <br />We fired the guns, and burned the mast, <br />And rowed from ship to shore. <br />The captain cried, we sailors wept, <br />Our tears were tears of joy! <br />Now many moons and many Junes, <br />Have passed since we made land. <br />A Salty Dog, the seaman's log, <br />Your witness, my own hand.
