Captain, my captain, what is our bearing
We go through the Straits of Gibralter
Where the sirens are wailing and the jagged rocks beckon
And we try to stay out of the water
Put the wax in your ears, you do not wish to hear
The song of the siren so telling
We will pass close to them, but whatever I’ve said
Don’t us let any out of the mooring
Lash yourselves fast, to the strength of the mast
If you dare take a chance with their singing
But their beauty is lost once yer hung on their claws
And you’ll not be alive in the morning
But what if I was the strongest of them all
Could hold onto life oh so tightly
She will dig into me, but I would later break free
Swim on back to the ship in the morning
The waves start to push the ship to the shore
And the crew throws to port and then starboard
These rocks try to tear the timber from her
The air filled with song from their harbor
We can see them on the rocks, in the sea, and in the grottos
A beauty that is almost unspeakable
It’s just like the ship is hearing all this
and lists to the shore to release us
Not one of my men who heard them that day
Stayed long on the ropes that had bound them
A splash in the water, then a sudden pull under
In the beautiful arms of a siren
But what if I was the strongest of them all
Could hold onto life oh so tightly
She will dig into me, but I would later break free
Swim on back to the ship in the morning
When the ship it was found, she had been run aground
And the crew was but starfish and a spyglass
But the legends all thrill that the captain was still
In the arms of the queen of the sirens
The legends all thrill that the captain was still
In the arms of the queen of the sirens