Ghost Ship

Oh and in the thick of fog The lighthouse is just a dim Shadow in the night everybody At James Bay knows this is that Time of the year as the ocean Rages with fury from the storm The Ghost Ship appears it sends A shiver down your spine and Outs a chill in the mid July wind As the Flying Dutchman returns Again Well and there are those that Always seems to disappear and Those found dead or half alive On the banks bloody side well... No one can say for sure but I know First hand it's not folklore You say you wanna see it for yourself But I think you're crazy but go ahead And find out why I'd rather stay locked Behind closed doors and a word to The wise if I were you I'd keep my distance And stay on high shore I know you're New here and it seems exciting to you but Trust me someone always seems to disappear Whenever The Ghost Ship is near and tonight Very well could be night 'cuz it always seems To happen around this time every year During mid-July when the fog comes rollin' In The Ghost Ship returns once again So if I were you I'd stay here until mornin' 'Cuz after I lock this door I ain't a lettin' anyone In I know you may think it's just a camp fire Story handed down from generation to Generation but I know, I know for sure first Hand The Ghost Ship isn't just our upstanding Forefathers’ folklore who knows where it came From but the Flying Dutchman is as real and Dangerous as our rocky shores of James Bay Now don't let the Ghost Ship still your soul away!