Gone
Who will set the mainsail and chart the course?
Now that the ship’s captain has gone away?
Calm the crew when the sea rages with force?
Now who will stand the helm day after day?
His schooner swings gently from her moor
Subtle waves slap rhythmically at her side
His last look at her when he went ashore
And to wave goodbye once more before he died
Wind whispers through her riggings shrouds
This orphan alone abandoned there by fate
The tears rain down from darkened clouds
Oh captain mine, oh captain I shall wait
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