Ghost Ship

Oh and in the thick of fog 

The lighthouse is just a dim 

Shadow in the night everybody 

At James Bay knows this is that 

Time of the year as the ocean 

Rages with fury from the storm 

The Ghost Ship appears it sends 

A shiver down your spine and 

Outs a chill in the mid July wind 

As the Flying Dutchman returns 

Again 

Well and there are those that 

Always seems to disappear and 

Those found dead or half alive 

On the banks bloody side well... 

No one can say for sure but I know 

First hand it's not folklore 

You say you wanna see it for yourself 

But I think you're crazy but go ahead 

And find out why I'd rather stay locked 

Behind closed doors and a word to 

The wise if I were you I'd keep my distance 

And stay on high shore I know you're 

New here and it seems exciting to you but 

Trust me someone always seems to disappear 

Whenever The Ghost Ship is near and tonight 

Very well could be night 'cuz it always seems 

To happen around this time every year 

During mid-July when the fog comes rollin' 

In The Ghost Ship returns once again 

So if I were you I'd stay here until mornin' 

'Cuz after I lock this door I ain't a lettin' anyone 

In I know you may think it's just a camp fire 

Story handed down from generation to 

Generation but I know, I know for sure first 

Hand The Ghost Ship isn't just our upstanding 

Forefathers’ folklore who knows where it came 

From but the Flying Dutchman is as real and 

Dangerous as our rocky shores of James Bay 

Now don't let the Ghost Ship still your soul away!