Saw your first ship sink and drown,
From rockin' of the bot,
And all that could not sink or swim
Was just left there to float.
I won't leave you drifting down,
But whoa it makes me wild,
With thirty years upon my head
To have you call me child.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea,
Ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
The bot....tles stand as empty,
As they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty,
But from that cup no more.
Though I could not caution all,
I still might warn a few:
Don't lend your hand to raise no flag
Atop no ship of fools. |
