Cape Horn - Sarah Brightman (莎拉·布莱曼)

Written by：Frank Peterson/Michael Wehr

It was like riding a port over a waterfall

And wind is not the for what blows in your face

It was something made of iron

Swings t ya from the west

Never changin' day in and day out

With seas as high as the main mast

We had lifelines rigged everywhere

Sir and there were still 16

Men washed over board

Cold

Three men froze in the yards

Frozen stiff sir

Couldn't get them down without cutting their fingers loose from the

I was lucky