The Ballad of the Mary Celeste Contemporary Folk

Released August 27, 2014

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Sound Recording

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James Fraser ("offthewall")
South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
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Acoustic guitar, bass, mandolin, vocal, composition, production.
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Joel Sattler ("joel_sattlersongs")
Chevy Chase Maryland USA
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Lyrics
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Brent Godfrey ("whenthemusicsover")
Gowen MI USA
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Accordion and flute synths.
Lyrics

THE BALLAD OF THE MARY CELESTE song lyrics by Joel Sattler 

Anywhere, anytime that you pull on the line
You can catch any fish in the rainbow 
Where a stream flows between a mirage and a dream 
From the mouth of a giant volcano 

From New York in the winter eighteen-seven-two 
The Dei Gratia set course for Spain 
She arrived in Gibraltar a week overdue 
With a riddle no one could explain 

On the 23rd morning she came on a craft 
That was drifting like fog from the west 
The crew were amazed that the ship was afloat 
With no man on the Mary Celeste 

There's a face in the sea that they say never sleeps 
And it lies with its eyes always open 
Though it knows every secret that's lost in the deep 
Its silence will never be broken 

Where does the wind begin? 
The wind blows from nowhere 
The widows begged the wind 
To send them back again 
"O please Lord please blow them home!"

Once aboard the derelict and they saw no one around 
They were filled with a feeling of dread 
Not a trace of the captain or crew could be found 
Who had sailed on the Mary Celeste 

If you make for the islands you had better beware 
Of the fate you are setting in motion 
Anytime anywhere there is something out there 
That can catch any fish in the ocean 

Now it's rumored the windjammer must be a jinx 
Cause she's ruined each master who's bought her 
But the Company claims they've been brought to the brink 
And they have to put her in the water 

That the vessel is sound the inspectors agree 
And surely they ought to know best 
But no sailor today wants to put her to sea 
None will sail on the Mary Celeste 

Where does the wind begin? 
The wind blows from nowhere 
You cannot tell the wind 
To set you true to course 
But please Lord please blow us home 
Please Lord please send us home...