The Wreck Of The Beautiful Lyrics

When the Beautiful set sail,

Back in nineteen seventy,

She was wtate of the art,

The flagship of our navy.

But the salt sea took its otll

And the rust began to show,

And with a heavy heart

We took her to the breaker's yard.



I thought I heard her call,

Maybe I heard nothing at all.

I thought I heard her call

From the wreck of the Beautiful.



But like the fattened cow

Can smell the butcher's knife,

She knew where she was bound:

A sad end to a proud life.

That's when I heard her cry

And the waves rose five miles high,

And the men who did not drown

Watched as the Beautiful went down.



I thought I heard her call,

Maybe I heard nothing at all.

I thought I heard her call

From the wreck of the Beautiful.

From the wreck of the Beautiful.