O captain! my captain! The storm has subsided;

To the port satiated with battles your ship is headed;

Flower bouquets, bells and a merry crowd,

While your battleship gets closer to the port

 

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red!

Where on the deck my captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Oh, heart! Heart! Heart!

O the bleeding drops of red!

 

O captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up! for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills:

Only for you on your day the crowd will celebrate

And all those here would like to see a miracle today.

 

But O heart! heart! Heart...

 

Oh captain, my father dear, listen to the bells

For you all flags were raised for you all the people yell

Only for you on your day the crowd will celebrate

And all those here would like to see a miracle today.

 

But O heart! heart! Heart...

 

Oh, captain, my father, my arm shall hold your head

It's a nightmare to see you lay there on the deck quite dead

The captain does not reply his lips are mute and pale

He does not feel the touch, no signal and nothing he can tell

 

But O heart! heart! Heart...

 

When the ship anchors, the trip is quite complete

All the dangers braved there's no one to compete

And at the port the crowd shows up – all there -  the ship to greet

But I am sad, my father – the captain is lying dead at my feet

 

But O heart! heart! Heart...