The Corsairs 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
and though the spray might sting my eyes
and the stars no light provide
give me just another morning light to hold
For I will not lie me down, this rain a raging
I will not lie me down, in such a storm
and if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest
until I reach, another shore
Though the only water left
is of 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
For I will not lie me down, this rain a raging
I will not lie me down, in such a storm
and if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest
until I reach, another shore
Though my mates be drained and weary
and believe all hope is lost
there's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom
and though death waits just off the bow
WE WILL NOT ANSWER TO HIM NOW
he will stand to face the morning light with out us
For I will not lie me down, this rain a raging
I will not lie me down, in such a storm
and if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest
until I reach, another shore
For I will not lie me down, this rain a raging
I will not lie me down, in such a storm
and if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest
until I reach, another shore
until I reach, another shore