One Little Ship

TheOphelia sailed from New Haven,
With silver and salt in her hold,
The Captain was a young man, but seasoned,
And the crew were all valiant and bold.

They set out to carry their cargo
Through the straits to the south of Cape Horn,
They took on provisions aplenty
But they were not prepared for the storm.

A hurricane hit off Barbados
The tiny ship tattered and tossed
And before the tempest subsided
The crew ofOphelia was lost.

Ophelia, she drifted for hours
But nary a man could she see
She followed her course out of honor
And love for her lost family.

From Atlantic to Pacific Ocean,
Up the west coast to Mulholland Bay,
The Ophelia sailed into the harbor
After seven long months and a day.

But the men of Mullholland, they feared her,
They could not understand what she'd done,
And they chased her back out to the ocean,
With the Bible, the torch and the gun.

There's a lonely ship out on the ocean,
And she does not know which way to steer,
She will wander the seas 'till forever,
When she cries...

No one will hear...