Ghosts of Cape Horn Songtext / Lyric

Come all you old sea dogs from Devon
Southampton, Penzance, and Kinsale
You were caught by the chance
Of a sailor's last dance
It was not meant to be
And ya read all yer letters
Cried anchor aweigh
Then ya took them to the bottom of the sea All around old Cape Horn
Ships of the line, ships of the morn
Those who wish they'd never been born
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn

Fal deral da riddle de rum
With a rim dim diddy
And a rum dumb dumb
Sailing away at the break of morn
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn

Songwriters: LIGHTFOOT, GORDON
Ghosts Of Cape Horn lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Moose Music Ltd./Early Morning Music Ltd.