The sailboat on the crested wave
Is knocked about by ocean spray
The captain’s killed; so very brave
So many times, he’s saved the day
He watched the sunset ev’ry night;
his pipe’s tobacco tamped right down
He’d watch until the morning’s light,
then watch the sun put on his crown
What happened there, we’ve got no clue
We barely see it from the sand
We’ve got a dif’rent point of view
because we're tethered to the land
The coast guard later held its sway
A nat’ral death, the papers print
The doctors hesitate to say
Of cause of death, there’s not a hint
My friend and I were not aware
Until the body came ashore
We saw his eyes, their vacant stare
He wasn’t watching any more
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