The ship went down in the icey water Captain cried, "Where is my daughter? Put her in a lifebaot, she must go free Chain my body to the masthead, I would rather see myself dead Then to see her drowning in the sea."
Wild geese were flyin' low Saw the sinking ship below Heard the final cries of the crew Well, a vigil thru the stormy night But with the dawn no life in sight So onward to the South the wild geese flew
Sometimes in the night a passin' Sailors hear a frigthfull laughing A warning from the rocks to stay clear Some say it is the maiden Still alone and forsaken Waiting for the angels to appear
So if you're sailing inn the Northern waters And you meet the captain's daughter Leave her golden apples, one, two, three Do not cast away your eyes Do not speak to her with lies Or' else you'll never leave the Iceland sea
For I have lived beneath the deep The oceans and her secrets keep And I know where the legends come and gp Where kings and queens and paupers too Have written down the truth for you And time is now and will be long ago
(Paul Seibel)
(From Bobert's mememory so don't hold me to each word...)