O' Captain, My Captain
From "American Song"
Composer(s): John Leavitt; Walt Whitman
Performer(s): David Broza


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done
The ship has weathered every rack
the prize we sought is won
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red
Where on the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells
Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths -- for you the shores accrowding
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread
Walk the deck my Captain lies
Fallen cold and dead