What does he feel when he stays down below,
What are his troubles that tease him so
What does he sing when you don’t hear him sigh,
He sings of oceans, grand and majestic,
He sings his Captain Lullaby
Are you that lonely, my almighty friend?
Have you no equals who too never bend?
Or can ‘t you escape from your robe, deeply black
That always covers your old crooked back?
You feel all alone, being great, being King,
afraid that the world is just a submissive little thing
Time is gone, the world has turned black,
your work is done, just come up on deck!
For my waves are waiting, to wash you away
fizzing a tune, trying to say:
Rest a shore, my nautical sire,
There is still one left for you to admire
Look into my wet blue eye
Watch me under the soothing black sky
Captain, my Captain, why can ‘t you see,
that you‘re just a drop
compared to wide open me
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