Long ago a night of terror gripped a salty crew
A vessal six men on and nets filled with their due
Their harvest to the brim was time to turn around
Andrea Gail rudder set headed homeward bound

By afternoon all warmth was gone heaviness set in
Bleakness grew overhead the cold was on the skin
Warnings sent and then reply its all to save our catch
This boat we have as sturdy as the sea is not a match

Darkness soon set upon the only life out there
The fierceness of the wind and rain echoed their dare
Swells rose up then down so deep repeating all again
Relentless was this force of Gale its nature gone insane

Livelihoods are balanced up and then the change of call
This hurricane it has its grip so humbles men to small
Attempt they did a mighty try to time the turn just right
Never was it seen before of mountains with such height

Then the chance arose in front a wall so sheer to scale
It raised itself some fifty feet its strength upon the frail
Engulfing all who try to test the anger of the storm
Up against elusiveness of torrents without form

So it was that on this day the six were laid to rest
Unfulfilled dreams and hopes each unresolved request
For many have gone before all searching for the school
Watery graves remind us there that man is not to rule

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