Visions of passing "Ghost Ships" sail through the mind at night
Re-living times when all in this world was so very right
Re-visiting the hell of the times we both shared a fight
Ploughing through the worst Atlantic storms, for she was a sight.
Visions from the past with this "great old Lady" of the sea
Of the cramped "biscuit tin hanger" for all to see
Of the swirl of funnel smoke around the flight deck
As the choppers evacuate survivors from another ship wreck.
Storms so violent, the forecastles awash
Bridge battered by the sea, but here there is no loss
Sea boats ripped from their stowage aft of the bridge
Hull plates torn apart flooding the officers fridge.
Call into Portsmouth to replenish all that we lost
Re-new the paint-work and disregard the cost
Put back to the arctic seas with the minimum of delay
Dam it, for storm damage is repeated the very next day
Choppers employed as the work horses during replenishment at sea
Under-slung loads ferried from the ship on the lee
With Radar and Doppler for eyes, and Sonar as our ear
No submarine escapes detection as into the depths we can peer.
