67 Degrees
Echolyn / Raymond Weston
Beautiful
How the sun sets this far out at sea
Nothing but the stars to light
This Caribbean night
By morning we should reach Martinique
Following the sea and fairwind
From Leido Beach
To the north of Africa spent my Christmas in Oran
February '45
Took Mary for my bride
Back to sea again thru Panama
You were right
I miss you more now I've gone
We'll be home
When the lights come on again
All over the world
Fair wind deceive us as we roll
Release our ship from your hold
Violent wave spits us back upright
In its wake we ride
We were damn fools for what we tried
Left the crew sick and tied
Dipped my hand into the sea
At 67 degrees