October and the HMS Bounty....
The deepest scent of oak timbers from
an old old place in ancient times
And stroking his hands upon
the tall masts the oiled and virgin pines
The tall ship will make her journey around the bays
and across the october skies
All the way into the storm
and through hidden destiny she plies
Now the creaking timbers and rolling
tides are turning into grey
And aint' it just like an ocean to come
about in storm today
Yet october the sailor knows can be
an abysmal month to set your sail
For she will bring about the fury of a storm
and do it without fail
First mate aloft in the rigging and hollered
to the cap'n below
" A storm upon the horizon sir " and he replied
"yes my son I know"
" Aye my captain will we ever make it to the
shore ? " ....... the first mate hides his fears
The captain eye's the sea and pulls
his collar up to hide his tears
" I think not my lad seems the gales they
are calling us out"
"Where..... once we were kings of the sea now
bring the sails about !"
"But It's far too late my captain the masts
are giving way"
Captn' will wonder for only moments what
final words he'll say
Or of loved ones faces upon his inner eye
"will she remember always my vows?"
He thinks yes!...... but the widow waits in the harbor and
searches the returning bows
In the briney depths of the outer banks a ghostly
ship lists in the tides
With no hands are upon her decks
nor sails nor masts she rides
To the memory of the HMS Bounty.........