Our captain set out to sea. Upon his final sail.
A funeral pyre of Viking fame, whose spark could never fail
To set ablaze the hearts of us who served our captain well
That pyre lit a flame eternal, kept pure for years to come
Our capt'n lies cold and dead my son
but his soul burns evermore
Within the hearts of you and I
And those who led he well.
And from those sons of a gun to their sons, And to the sons
of their sons, they taught well the captain's tale
Mark well these words my son. Seek the Way,
Stand for truth, and pilot your ship well
And then you'll be a captain fit
To bear the title of such a man
As he whose cold dead hands
Have set our longitude
And then one day the port of those who slew our captain dead
Saw cresting over every wave the black sails of our crew
And the sons of the sons of the sons of them
Who served on the captain's ship, rekindled the flame
of the funeral pyre, kept pure for so many years,
And they lit such a candle in that land that
By God's grace could ne'er be put out
And that cleansing fire burned fierce
And purified as it passed
Oh Captain! My Captain! We set to sail for you
So fight for our captain that last time, my son.
To vindicate his sacrifice and show his life was true
Fallen cold and dead no more, My Captain lives in you.