On a night as black as a ravens feather Thunder cracks like a snap of leather And the wind whips through the black spruce on the shore Waves are pounding the beaches harder As the last of the fisherman reach safe harbour And the wind turns cold, cuts to the core
Out on the wide Northumberland Strait A ball of fire skips over the waves And those who watch now can?t believe their eyes There?s a burst of flame and a flash of light And there on the tide is a frightening sight As a tall ship all aflame lights up the sky
Tales of the Phantom ship, from tuck to keel in flames She sails the wide Northumberland Strait No one knows her name Tales of the Phantom ship. It?s a ship of fire they cry Hard against the wind she sails No one can say why.
They say she is a three masted square rigger Four hundred tons or maybe bigger With fire on every rope and spar and sail Out of the east though the wind blows west She ploughs the straight like a ship possessed, Cutting through the waves with a strength of a full force gale.
Of why she appears there?s none who know, Some say it?s nothing but a moonlight glow, But those who?ve seen her swear they tell no lies, They tell how her bow suddenly drips down And into the depths of the straight she?s bound As the wind goes wild with walling chilling cries
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Some say she?s an immigrant ship of old, Highland Scots whose land was stolen Lost at sea while seeking the new land, Or a ghostly American privateer Who plundered innocent harbours here Cursed to sail the strait, forever damned. But an old man sang a song to me ? Six hundred Acadians drowned at sea Deported long ago from St. John?s Isle, He says they sail this choppy straight, Through time and tide they navigate Searching for the means to end their long exile.
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Tales of the Phantom ship, from truck to keel in flames She sails the wide Northumberland Strait No one knows her name She sails the wide Northumberland Strait When will she sail again?
lotuskitty · Sat Oct 22, 2005 @ 05:39pm · 1 Comments |