Morning in Pearl Harbor
Sky is navy gray
The mighty Greeneville submarine
Already underway
Navy brass, sixteen guests
A hundred six in crew
A pleasure cruise for VIPs
To show what she could do
Three hundred sixty deadly feet
Of silent, stealthy steel
An L.A. class fish of war
A black and slippery eel
Volunteers defending frontiers
In seven thousand tons
Off to sea past Diamond Head
And toward the rising sun
Toward the rising sun
The white Ehime Maru
Gleaming like a jewel
The pride of Uwajima
The ship a fishing school
Like ancestors before them
Into Pacific blue
Thirteen boys, two teachers
And twenty in her crew
A month aboard the trawler
Then sea legs on the shore
Aloha Honolulu
To make repairs once more
Then none too soon, they sail at noon
Her schedule to keep
Then off to sea past Diamond Head
Upon the ocean deep
Upon the ocean deep
The Greeneville tossing, turning
Restless in the deep
Prepares to breach the surface
In one titanic leap
Ehime Maru up above
Eleven knots in stride
Her clock reads thirteen forty-three
As destinies collide
The fish's tail, a mighty sword
Cuts the fishing boat
From midship starboard, aft to port
Slit her oily throat
A Mayday from the Greeneville
Men are swimming for their lives
The sub afloat beside her
The fishing vessel dives
The fishing vessel dives
Nine families from Japan
Peer into the deep
Teardrops swirl with those
Of homesick sailors as they weep
Lives cut short by tragedy
Some had just begun
Cherry blossoms on the waves
Husbands, fathers, sons
As for the Greeneville sailors
Their grief is never gone
Because it's true that every crew
Is husbands, fathers, sons
And in the kinship of the sea
All mariners are one
Subject to the tides of fate
When nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Doug Fitch - Ehime Maru-Greeneville Lyrics
Doug Fitch - Ehime Maru-Greeneville Lyrics
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Morning in Pearl Harbor
Sky is navy gray
The mighty Greeneville submarine
Already underway
Navy brass, sixteen guests
A hundred six in crew
A pleasure cruise for VIPs
To show what she could do
Three hundred sixty deadly feet
Of silent, stealthy steel
An L.A. class fish of war
A black and slippery eel
Volunteers defending frontiers
In seven thousand tons
Off to sea past Diamond Head
And toward the rising sun
Toward the rising sun
The white Ehime Maru
Gleaming like a jewel
The pride of Uwajima
The ship a fishing school
Like ancestors before them
Into Pacific blue
Thirteen boys, two teachers
And twenty in her crew
A month aboard the trawler
Then sea legs on the shore
Aloha Honolulu
To make repairs once more
Then none too soon, they sail at noon
Her schedule to keep
Then off to sea past Diamond Head
Upon the ocean deep
Upon the ocean deep
The Greeneville tossing, turning
Restless in the deep
Prepares to breach the surface
In one titanic leap
Ehime Maru up above
Eleven knots in stride
Her clock reads thirteen forty-three
As destinies collide
The fish's tail, a mighty sword
Cuts the fishing boat
From midship starboard, aft to port
Slit her oily throat
A Mayday from the Greeneville
Men are swimming for their lives
The sub afloat beside her
The fishing vessel dives
The fishing vessel dives
Nine families from Japan
Peer into the deep
Teardrops swirl with those
Of homesick sailors as they weep
Lives cut short by tragedy
Some had just begun
Cherry blossoms on the waves
Husbands, fathers, sons
As for the Greeneville sailors
Their grief is never gone
Because it's true that every crew
Is husbands, fathers, sons
And in the kinship of the sea
All mariners are one
Subject to the tides of fate
When nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Sky is navy gray
The mighty Greeneville submarine
Already underway
Navy brass, sixteen guests
A hundred six in crew
A pleasure cruise for VIPs
To show what she could do
Three hundred sixty deadly feet
Of silent, stealthy steel
An L.A. class fish of war
A black and slippery eel
Volunteers defending frontiers
In seven thousand tons
Off to sea past Diamond Head
And toward the rising sun
Toward the rising sun
The white Ehime Maru
Gleaming like a jewel
The pride of Uwajima
The ship a fishing school
Like ancestors before them
Into Pacific blue
Thirteen boys, two teachers
And twenty in her crew
A month aboard the trawler
Then sea legs on the shore
Aloha Honolulu
To make repairs once more
Then none too soon, they sail at noon
Her schedule to keep
Then off to sea past Diamond Head
Upon the ocean deep
Upon the ocean deep
The Greeneville tossing, turning
Restless in the deep
Prepares to breach the surface
In one titanic leap
Ehime Maru up above
Eleven knots in stride
Her clock reads thirteen forty-three
As destinies collide
The fish's tail, a mighty sword
Cuts the fishing boat
From midship starboard, aft to port
Slit her oily throat
A Mayday from the Greeneville
Men are swimming for their lives
The sub afloat beside her
The fishing vessel dives
The fishing vessel dives
Nine families from Japan
Peer into the deep
Teardrops swirl with those
Of homesick sailors as they weep
Lives cut short by tragedy
Some had just begun
Cherry blossoms on the waves
Husbands, fathers, sons
As for the Greeneville sailors
Their grief is never gone
Because it's true that every crew
Is husbands, fathers, sons
And in the kinship of the sea
All mariners are one
Subject to the tides of fate
When nothing can be done
Nothing can be done
Writer: Doug Fitch
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