The pale moon rose in its glory She's drifting from golden west She told a sad, sad story Six hundred had gone to rest The watchman was a dreaming Yes dreaming a sad, sad dream He dreamed the Titanic was sinking Out on the deep blue sea He rose and called the rich man And told him to come to life And tried to save his baby Also his darling wife Cap'n Smith must have been drinking Not knowing that he'd done wrong While trying to win the record He let the Titanic go on The band was out a playing Yes playing far out on the sea They spied the Titanic was sinking Played "Nearer My God to Thee" The sad news reached the city The Titanic had gone down There's many poor widows and orphans A walking all over the town The little children were crying Poor mama she's gone to stay Oh surely they'll invent something To raise the Titanic someday