A TRIBUTE TO THURMAN MUNSON
15 CAPTAIN OF THE NEW YORK YANKEES 15
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale
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.