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Sting |
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Miscellaneous |
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The Pirate's Bride |
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Sometimes in the light at the edge of the world |
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Is the ghost of a ship with it's black sail furled |
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And night after night she would stand on the shore |
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And dream of the love that she knew before |
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The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in |
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Without a thought for the ways of men |
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We set sail for the Spanish Main |
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To rob the ships of the Queen of Spain |
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And she would be his pirate's bride |
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She gave him the pistol and the sword at his side |
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The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in |
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Without a care for the ways of men |
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I'd give three ships of Spanish gold |
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To see my love again |
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Full fathom five my true love lies |
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In a fine wooden casket with gold on his eyes |
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Where is the glory and where is the pride? |
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Where is the joy for the pirate's bride? |
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The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in |
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Without a care for the ways of men |
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Here in the light at the edge of the world |
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He'd wait for a ship with it's black sail furled |
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And day after day he would stand on the shore |
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And dream of the life that they knew before |
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The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in |
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Without a care for the ways of men |
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I'd give three ships of Spanish gold |
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To see my love again |
