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Captain Bateman
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sting
Sting
Vocals
Martin Kierszenbaum
Martin Kierszenbaum
Keyboards
Dominic Miller
Dominic Miller
Guitar
Donal Hodgson
Donal Hodgson
Programming
Jo Lawry
Jo Lawry
Background Vocals
Laila Biali
Laila Biali
Background Vocals
Manu Katché
Manu Katché
Drums
Peter Tickell
Peter Tickell
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sting
Sting
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sting
Sting
Producer
Martin Kierszenbaum
Martin Kierszenbaum
Producer
Robert Orton
Robert Orton
Mixing Engineer
Gene Grimaldi
Gene Grimaldi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Lord Bateman was a noble Lord A noble Lord of high degree Imprisoned in some foreign country To spend his life in captivity He is a captain in the King's own Navy He'd spent his life upon the cold grey sea What would he give now for a plate of meat and gravy? Or for an angel to appear and set him free Full seven years he lives on bread and dirty water A single candle in his prison room for light Into the cell will walk the pretty jailer's daughter The cloak she's wearing is as black as any night She is a creature of captivating beauty As this bold captain's hungry eyes would ever see She looks upon him with the eye of love's desire And so he begs her, "Lady, will ye set me free?" "What can you offer if you gain your freedom? I'll lose my heart if I should ever set you free I have the keys if you'll deliver me a promise Should I release you, then you'll vow to marry me" "You are a creature of captivating beauty We could run and make a life beyond the sea" He takes her hand in his and makes a solemn promise "Unchain me now and I will vow to marry thee" Beneath the city walls and down into the harbour She'll throw his chains into the wine-dark sea They'll find a ship, but now his hand is forced to stay her "In truth, I never could have married thee" She was a creature of captivating beauty He still has many miles of ocean to traverse His broken promises will move the gods to anger All broken promises will render matters worse She sees the black storm clouds on the horizon His solemn promises lie broken And whispered on the wind, as if it's spoken He'll hear a maiden's curse
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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