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!
Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2016
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