Captain Zinola

Captain Zinola stepped up too the bridge

raised the glass to his eye as he always did

he'd scan the horizon 360 degrees

looking for land, looking for land

or the dove with the leaves, the dove with the leaves

he'd stand there naked in the early morning mist

and scream at the crew who did not exist

this ten years at sea it had cost him his mind

looking for land, looking for land

or the dove with the leaves, the dove with the leaves

Zinola lost his heart to a polynesian girl

on a night of celebration at the edge of the world

he woke to see her boat disappear into the sun

Captain zinola his search had begun

he'd sold off his sextant he'd gambled his charts

the drinking had taken his skill to guide by the stars

this ten years at sea it had cost him his mind

this constantly searching for what he never could find

looking for land, looking for land

or the dove with the leaves, the dove with the leaves

looking for land, looking for land

or the dove with the leaves, the dove with the leaves