Don Mcglashan Queen Of The Night
The scented skin of your arm
Lies heavy on my chest
Outside the morning has begun
The day we've spoken of
That day has finally come
When Christian took the Bounty
I kept my carpenters' tools
And built this house on the island
I wonder if I'll build again
Now they've come to take me home
Queen Of The Night
I'm going away
The strange black ship
Now lies in the bay
I have stayed
Much too long
And I cannot put things right
Queen Of The Night
Queen Of The Night
Put on your cloak of beaten cloth
And put that comb in your hair
The one I carved from mother-of-pearl
To mark the end of our first year…
The landing party's here
Ch x2
