歌词
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 tonight
