ballad of yarmouth castle

well

it's four o'clock in the afternoon

and the anchors have been weighed

from miami to nassau

she's bound across the waves

she'll be headin' south through biscayne bay

into the open sea

yarmouth castle

she's a-dyin' and don't know it

now the many years she's been to sea

she's seen the better times

she gives a groan of protest

as they cast away her lines

and the grumble of her engines

and the rust along her spine

tells the castle she's too old to be sailin'

but the sands run out within her heart

a tiny spark glows red

it smoulders through the evening

there's laughter overhead

now the men are served

and the cards are dealt

and the drinks are passed around

deep within the fire starts a-burnin'

now it's midnight on the open sea

and the moon is shining bright

some people join the party

and others say good-night

there's many who are sleeping now

it's been a busy day

and a tiny wisp of smoke is a-risin'

oh lord