Sky is overcast Old man of the sails Summoning to mass Terns upon the rails By some mystic means Of changing gulls to kings Old man had a way So the seagulls sang Our hoard has been abducted by a common draft Old craft of mine And left us on a raft Goodbye ye kings in the sky Our stand has been abandoned by the rubes we crossed Ships in the sky And left us at a loss Ye old craft of mine Our vessel has been boarded by a common craft Ships in the sky And left us on a raft So long ye old craft of mine Our channels are abandoned and the craft is lost Ships in the sky Left with an Albatross Cursed flock descending Terns upon the rails Charmed by instruments and charts Compasses and scales Din is overwhelming Screaming mob will find So as they have made us deaf The old man made them blind By some scheme or sorcery The ship had taken flight Capsized by the moon and strewn Its wreckage through the night See gulls all the same Searching for the rails Summoning in vain Old man of the sails Still they dive and sing Of becoming kings Old man now they say Lives far below the waves So long, ye old craft of mine Good bye, ye ships in the sky