Marc Almond

Salty dog



All hands on deck We're all afloat I heard the captain cry Explore the ship Replace the cook Let no one leave alive Across the straits Around the Horn How far can sailors fly The twisted path Our tortured course And no left alive We sailed for parts Unknown to man Where ships come home to die No lofty peak No fortress bold Could match our captain's eye Upon the seventh Seasick day We made our port of call The sun so white And the sea so blue No mortal place at all We fired the gun And burned the mast And rode from ship to shore The captain cried We sailors wept But our tears were tears of joy How many moons And how many Junes Have passed since we made love A salty dog And a seaman's log Your witness my own pain