a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

The Wreck Of The Beautiful

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When the Beautiful set sail
Back in nineteen seventy,
She was state of the art,
The flagship of our navy.
But the salt sea took its toll
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.
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 sad 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.

I thought I heard her call,
I thought I heard her call
From the wreck of the Beautiful.
From the wreck of the Beautiful.