Sailor's Prayer
Though my sails be torn and tattered
and my mast be turned about
let the night wind chill me to my very soul
though the spray might sting my eyes
and the stars no light provide
give me just another morning light to hold
Chorus:
I will not lie me down
this rain a ragin'
I will not lie me down
in such a storm
and if this night be unblessed
I shall not take my rest
till I reach another shore.
And though the only water left
is but salt to wound my thirst
I will drink the rain that falls so steady down
and though night blindness be my gift
and there be thieves upon my drift
I will thank the fog that shelters me along
Chorus:
And though my mates be drained and weary
and believe their hopes are lost
there's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom
and though death just off the bow
we will not answer to him now
he shall stand to face the morning light without us.
Chorus (twice)
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