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STREAM NOW! Links below! Apple Music ▶ https://apple.co/39W29qx Spotify ▶ https://spoti.fi/2M2rkzA Music Production/Vocals by CG5 Song composed and written with @Muircat Visuals by Maudolith ▶ / maudolith Follow CG5's social media: Twitter ▶ / cg5beats Twitch ▶ / cg5music Spotify ▶ https://sptfy.com/cg5_ Instagram ▶ / cg5beats Follow @cg5live105 and @cg5instrumentals461 Discord Server ▶ / discord LYRICS: From the crow's nest high, I can spy the little islands, strewn like stones in the salty sea Pour the rum-pum-pum, hearts are beating like the drum, the madness taking me (hoo) One day, should port be made, I'll miss her, how her waves throw This day, we shant delay, on our way, our dear Calypso From the starboard bow, I can spy a city ruined, taken siege by a pirate's lance Plundered gold, that was taken long ago, afore we had our chance One day, should port be made, I'll miss her, how her waves throw This day, we shant delay, on our way, our dear Calypso From the decks below, I can spy out through the porthole, kingly ships of a naval fleet While we schemed our raid, our plan had been belayed, for they'd made their retreat One day, should port be made, I'll miss her, how her waves throw This day, we shant delay, on our way, our dear Calypso From the port side shroud, I can spy under the moonlight, dreams of fortune awaiting me Gold and rum, all there is under the sun, but fate would disagree Someday, if port be made, I'll miss her, how her waves throw This day, we shant delay, on our way, our dear Calypso At the Captain's wheel, he can spy out the horizon, "Hands on deck! Tally-Ho!" he cries "Silver! Gold! Plenty coffers to behold before your very eyes!" One day, should port be made, I'll miss her, how her waves throw This day, we shant delay, on our way, our dear Calypso