Fletcher Christian, he found a cave    on the northern tip of the island   It was a sort of privacy place   when he'd go there nobody could find him   Humiliation was imminent    He'd rather die than be sent back to England   From this height he'd conduct his last fight   should a ship be sent in to persue them      Fletcher Christian, he found him a cave   and he'd go there to be alone      Up a narrow and dangerous path    to his mountain side cavern obsession   he'd paint a picture, he'd comb his hair   anything to relieve his depression    "Let history witness my honor is tossed   and my men are all lost by extension."      Fletcher Christian he'd go to his cave   When he needed to be alone   A cage in a cave . . .      It's next to the water   Oh yeah, he's Thursday's father   Guess what his defense is?   He's built himself a barricade of logs      Sick of the back-bitting   all the infighting   Each sailor he wants his own way   If the island is his kingdom   where is all his freedom?   Tahitian women are not all they say      To fits of melancholy   he was increasingly prone   in thinking back on what he'd done   he should have known -   that left to their own devices   this kind of rabble would kill for a wife   and he knew why Captin Bligh had gone off the deep end   when they'd sent him back home      Fletcher Christian he found him a cave   and he'd go there to be alone   In a cage in a cave . . .