Across a ghost ships bow, waves of shadows pass by
that haunt me, puzzle me, rampant are gray ghosts.
I sighed as I sighted them, please do you know me?
As cannot I touch you, though I do remember you
be I kidnapped perhaps, aboard this a ghost ship.
Our first day out of Portland, Yarmouth bound
aboard this old ghost ship that sails the oceans.

I must maintain sensibility, as my imagination
runs wild in my mind I fear a gray ghost leads me
my darkest nights gray ghosts with baleful shadows
danced relentlessly on wooden planks above my head.
Ghost waves must I fear, I see through brass portholes
that freely pass before me, above, across my useless limbs
breakthrough iron shackles pinned to a wooden-bulkhead.

I was set free on this ship at sea to sail upon a Gray Lady
that rocked me back to sleep as it waits in my lost dreams.
On this gray ghost treasures to behold, worlds of pleasure
seduced by a ghost ship that has rocked me back to sleep
to sail with pirates and sailors of worth this ocean blue.

Who do I wake, sanely tell and recall these long nights
safe from gray ghosts on waves at sea? I fear no more
that cradled me, rocked back to sleep to dream again
here beside gray shadows in the night. Yes, I dance!

My imagination is definitely and possibly too blame.
I know gray ghosts will dance with you if you dare.
Aboard a ship at sea, I too wait on old gray ghosts
lost at sea where I was told not to dance anymore!