Blood red are the midnight waters, Moon burns like a flame, Fog hangs like battle smoke as the streets fill up with rain, For my head the mob is calling, The Courthouse doors I stand, I think I'd rather meet my maker, by then hangman's hand.
(Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), I can't change what I've done, (Oh - oh - oh, oh - oh - oh), All I can say is beware of the Siren's Song.
Over seven seas we sailed, Until I heard that sound, A plaintive voice, such aching beauty, I turned that ship around.