Paul Stephenson - Captain Of The Loving Kind

It was a Sunday in October night in 7

You are heading down the posted labrador

A mile a too above the cold atlantic

I was found

A jay I played once more

When the pilot poise came over the speaker

We were turn around and landed right and way

For a baby was burn enough with fever

And need an expert carry

Without the lane

In this days

Of greenbuck sand machine

Came to me a somewhere live the pie

But the man who held on life in the skies

Was a captain of

The loving kind

He brought the jumble down

In a place for tuesday

Little mode and a couple of streets

In a land of streets

I saw an ambulance that was waiting for the baby

And I could amost sleep the pressure on her lives

A wait for few

Mans connection would be miss

But no one on tht airplanes seems to mine

If it that has proved

To eflect that we were lucky

Have a captain of

The loving kind

When the captain poise again and ran through the cabin

It was shakin' just to a bed I do believe

He said the baby his condition was now stable

I never heard a man sounds so relieve

Here in new york

Believes the turn and go

And the picture of that baby becomes to mine

If I child have a sees subsight of this

It'll be thanks to the captain

Of the loving kind

Thanks to the captain

Of the loving kind