Frank Fitzgerald's Final Entreaty
His body lies just north of Baffin Island
I write to you in haste and in fear of my own dying
Near the eastern mouth is where you'll find his bones
Swaddled in the Union Jack beneath a cairn of stones
Of all the men I led here, I've lost a precious one
So I leave behind directions to the gravesite of my son
Take his body southward, back home to where it's warm
Never should have let him follow me into this storm
Halfway through the passage now, our fate is looking grim
The days are growing shorter, and at night I dream of him
But if you need a headline to take to the young and old
You can tell them I have discovered here that hell is truly cold
Into the lifeboats men, the hull is giving way
And I do not plan to die here, no, I do not plan to stay
You followed me across the ice and through the wind
And I's the one that brought you out here, I can lead you back again
The men are growing restless, the hour is getting late
And I can feel their eyes upon me, filled with scorn and hate
I've never been a man to hold a prayer to my heart
But I hope my boy awaits me somewhere out there in the dark
Into the lifeboats men, the hull is giving way
And I do not plan to die here, no I do not plan to stay
You followed me across the ice and through the wind
I's the one that brought you out here, I can lead you home again
I write to you in haste and in fear of my own dying
Near the eastern mouth is where you'll find his bones
Swaddled in the Union Jack beneath a cairn of stones
Of all the men I led here, I've lost a precious one
So I leave behind directions to the gravesite of my son
Take his body southward, back home to where it's warm
Never should have let him follow me into this storm
Halfway through the passage now, our fate is looking grim
The days are growing shorter, and at night I dream of him
But if you need a headline to take to the young and old
You can tell them I have discovered here that hell is truly cold
Into the lifeboats men, the hull is giving way
And I do not plan to die here, no, I do not plan to stay
You followed me across the ice and through the wind
And I's the one that brought you out here, I can lead you back again
The men are growing restless, the hour is getting late
And I can feel their eyes upon me, filled with scorn and hate
I've never been a man to hold a prayer to my heart
But I hope my boy awaits me somewhere out there in the dark
Into the lifeboats men, the hull is giving way
And I do not plan to die here, no I do not plan to stay
You followed me across the ice and through the wind
I's the one that brought you out here, I can lead you home again
Credits
Writer(s): Napoleon J. Bonfire
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