The Old Man’s gone, an’ the great age too,
Farewell to the Master of them all.
An’ all the songs he gave to you.
Now the old man’s gone.
There’s no one left to teach it right.
Now, who’s to ask to save a fight?
He sang the songs, an’ he made them real.
An’ he made you mourn the loss of sail.
He sang them as they should be sung.
With not a care for anyone:
The knowledge with that man has died.
But he left his life in printed lines.
An’ now the man he is no more,
But he left behind a wealth in store.
The Old Man’s gone, an’ the great age too,
An’ all the songs he gave to you.
