Ghosts Of Cape Horn-Gordon Lightfoot

[ti:Ghosts Of Cape Horn - Gordon Lightfoot] [ar:Gordon Lightfoot] [al:Gord's Gold Volume II] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Ghosts Of Cape Horn - Gordon Lightfoot [00:13.54]Around old Cape Horn [00:16.16]Ships of the line ships of the morn [00:18.55]Some who wish they'd never been born [00:20.79]They are the ghosts of Cape Horn [00:23.48] [00:25.82]Fal deral da riddle de rum [00:27.84]With a rim dim diddy and a rum dum dum [00:30.84]Sailing away at the break of morn [00:33.39]They are the ghosts of Cape Horn [00:35.76] [00:37.95]See them all in sad repair [00:40.60]Demons dance everywhere [00:43.35]Southern gales tattered sails [00:45.80]And none to tell the tales [00:48.78] [00:51.67]Come all of you rustic old sea dogs [00:56.71] [00:58.67]Who follow the great Southern Cross [01:03.12]You we're rounding the Horn [01:06.43]In the eye of a storm [01:09.64]When ya lost ever one day [01:12.98]And you read all yer letters [01:16.66]From oceans away [01:19.69]Then you took them to the bottom of the sea [01:26.17] [01:41.84]All around old Cape Horn [01:44.45]Ships of the line ships of the morn [01:46.91]Those who wish they'd never been born [01:49.34]They are the ghosts of Cape Horn [01:51.83] [01:54.19]Fal deral da riddle de rum [01:56.52]With a rim dim diddy and a rum dum dum [01:59.13]Sailing away at the break of morn [02:01.67]They are the ghosts of Cape Horn [02:04.11] [02:32.44]Come all you old sea dogs from Devon [02:37.28] [02:39.27]Southampton Penzance and Kinsale [02:44.07]You were caught by the chance [02:47.25]Of a sailor's last dance [02:50.44]It was not meant to be [02:54.19]And ya read all yer letters [02:57.55]Cried anchor aweigh [03:00.55]Then ya took them to the bottom of the sea [03:07.34] [03:22.67]All around old Cape Horn [03:25.38]Ships of the line ships of the morn [03:27.72]Those who wish they'd never been born [03:30.13]They are the ghosts of Cape Horn [03:32.71] [03:34.85]Fal deral da riddle de rum [03:37.29]With a rim dim diddy and a rum dum dum [03:40.01]Sailing away at the break of morn [03:42.51]They are the ghosts of Cape Horn