Song Of The High Seas Sailor

When the seas run high and the north winds sigh

and ice hangs from the sails,

that’s when you know there’s about to blow

a deep cold winter's  gale.

So rig the safety lines boys

there’s a storm about to brew,

and a slippery deck or a cold shipwreck

is no way to lose a crew.

When the moon is bright in the dead of the night

and the whitecaps hiss like snakes,

that’s a pretty good clue a nor’easter’s due.

It’s a bad time for mistakes

So batten down the cargo lads

for the witch wind’s on her way

she’s a hungry bitch with an angry itch

to take your lives this day.

When the dawn’s so red it’d scare the dead

and the scud’s scootin’ ‘cross the sky.

every sailor knows there’s coming a blow

and somebody’s soon will die.

So build me a canvas coffin boys

when it’s my time to pass on

then bury me in the emerald sea

at the very first light of dawn.

When the storm blows on and the ice wind’s gone

and the skies are clear and blue,

say a prayer for the dead and full sail ahead,

‘cause that’s what you were born to do.

So fly the flag high in the breeze boys

and cut through the emerald sea.

Leave behind the dead, full sail ahead.

Sailin’s where you were meant to be

- Werewolves' ’ Sea Chantey - Freerover The Bard

Copyright 1992 by Bob Liddil All Rights Resrved