Ocean Station Bravo

Ocean Station Bravo - North Atlantic Ocean
Somewhere south of Greenland - somewhere far from home
Nothing on the radar - nothing on the sonar
Hove to and drifting on this ocean all alone

She was the CGC Sebago - Ocean Station Vessel
High Endurance Cutter, Number 42
Studying the weather - aids to navigation
Plotting ships and aircraft as they come sailing through

Just a speck upon the ocean - center of a circle
Nothing but horizon - wind and sea and sky
This whole world in motion - blowing from the Northwest
Not a hint of sunshine, just the grey waves rolling by

Lookout calls the bridge-watch: "Objects in the water
Moving Surface Contact - off the starboard bow"
Plot 'em on the radar, fire up the sonar
Listen for the echoes - Oh, can't you hear them now?

And there's echoes in the headphones - whale-sound from the speakers
Filling all the spaces inside C.I.C
Songs of love and travel - songs of generations
Echoes of the ages in cetacean harmony

And me - I had to answer - I sang, I talked, I whistled
Even played the mouth harp through the microphone
They returned the favour with chirps and clicks and whistles
Songs of celebration not so different from our own

And when the watch was over - out onto the bridge wing
You can see those sounding singers as they breach and sport and play
Just a pod of humpbacks - farewell flukes a-waving
But a memory worth saving as we travelled on our way
For we'd had a conversation with Leviathan that day

Ocean Station Bravo - North Atlantic Ocean
Somewhere south of Greenland - somewhere far from home
Nothing on the radar - nothing on the sonar
Hove to and drifting...