Cape Horn - Sarah Brightman

Man 1 — It was like riding a pork over a waterfall, sir

Man 2 — And wind is not the name for what blows in your face.

It’s something

made of iron!

Man 1 — Swings at you from the west, never changing, day in and day out

Man 2 — With seas as high as the name mast!

Man 1 — We had lifeboats everywhere, sir, but there were sixteen men

washed overboard.

Man 2 — Cold, three men frozen to yards, sir,

Man 1 — Frozen stiff, sir,

Man 2 — Couldn’t get them down without pulling their fingers loose

Man 1 — I was looking