Voodoo Child: a Tribute

Gaze out to the line between sky and sea wrought, She won't unveil her soul, it demands to be caught, That Voodoo Child Queen of the waves, she sends flying that fountain, of briny sea spray to cool captain's brow, Comes crashing through each watery mountain, chopping them down with the edge of her prow Hailing from old Britannia, a gem of rare worth, Her fleet built to trek to the edge of the earth, And Nelson, her surname, to honor the style, of her brave forefather who conquered the Nile, That Voodoo Child Queen of the waves, she sends flying that fountain, of briny sea spray to cool captain's brow, Comes crashing through each watery mountain, chopping them down with the edge of her prow Whispering along when calm seas abide, She beckons the dolphins to swim by her side, But woe to the storms with foul appetite, Devouring tossed vessels lost in the night, She will stare Nature down in a battle of will, Staying true to her course with unmatched skill, That Voodoo Child Queen of the waves, she sends flying that fountain, of briny sea spray to cool captain's brow, Comes crashing through each watery mountain, chopping them down with the edge of her prow