Captain Bligh
Words and Music by Tom May


(Originally released on the Vignette album. Coming Home (out of print) 1982)


Rigged to the foresail, runnin’ high
Watchin’ the cotton, as it drifts by
These cloudy sunsets, seldom come
Now that he’s so far, from a place he calls home

He leaves when he wants to, never says goodbye
Drinks his whiskey, and watches the sky
Drifts to the bow, sometimes to the stern
Alone is his teacher, but he never learns

And Mr. Christian had no tricks on you, my friend
I hope you’re on the Tumbleweed again

You had so many stories, yet you were all alone
I sang you a ballad, about a ship you had known
We drank some more of that whisky, and a beer or two
Stood on the deck, and watched the nights as they flew

And Mr. Christian had no tricks on you, my friend
I hope you’re on the Tumbleweed again

Right now you’re probably sailin’ off the coast of Spain
driftin’ with the southwinds, avoidin’ the rain
Listening to the bow, sometimes to the stern
The sea is your teacher, but you never learn

And Mr. Christian had no tricks on you, my friend
I hope you’re on the Tumbleweed again

©1977 Blue Vignette Publishing, ASCAP