Sea chanty about sailing to the Bahamas via the Bermuda Triangle.
songwriter
acoustic
folk
home recording
topical
1960s
Story behind the song
Dedicated to Roscoe, the ONLY sea captain, as far as I'm concerned.
Lyrics
Triangle
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 good-bye again there’s still time for one last glass of ale
We’ll sail away proudly, our backs to the wall on a south wind and lots of good cheer
And when we’ve looked over the white cliffs of Dover, we’ll be in Bahama next year
Chorus
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
From Bermuda on down the triangle around us will teach us a lesson or two
There’s many a mate who unevenly 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 t’ learn!"
Chorus
Oh the best of all things is the first day of spring when the water runs heavy and fast
The mermaids have all gone to Davy Jones’ ball and they swear 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
Chorus
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
Chorus
When she took her last tumble, the sea bottom rumbled there was no confusion or blame
Old Roscoe 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!"
Chorus