Black Water Warning

Captain Rennie felt it in his bad left knee Gulls all flying inland, leaving the sea Harbour man shout, "Don't you take her out tonight" Rennie have a debt, so him cut the mooring tight Black water, black water Sky gone the colour of a bruise Forty mile past Morant Point the wind turn round Radio a whisper, then it never make a sound Waves stand up like a churchyard wall Young deckhand praying, can't hear him at all Black water, black water Sky gone the colour of a bruise Engine cough twice, and the engine quit Lantern on the mast is the only thing lit Rennie lash the boy to the wheelhouse beam Tell him, "Hold on tight, this is no bad dream" Lord of the deep, what is it you want? A boat? A man? A debt? A haunt? Morning find a hull on the Morant sand Young boy breathing with a rope in his hand Nobody ever find the captain's bones But the harbour still hear him when the night wind moans Black water, black water Mind yourself when the gulls fly home