Sometimes in the light at the edge of the world

Is the ghost of a ship with it's black sail furled

And night after night she would stand on the shore

And dream of the love that she knew before

The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in

Without a thought for the ways of men.

We set sail for the spanish main

To rob the ships of the queen of spain

And she would be his pirate's bride

She gave him the pistol and the sword at his side.

The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in

Without a care for the ways of men

I'd give three ships of spanish gold

To see my love again.

Full fathom five my true love lies

In a fine wooden casket with gold on his eyes

Where is the glory and where is the pride?

Where is the joy for the pirate's bride?

The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in

Without a care for the ways of men.

Here in the light at the edge of the world

He'd wait for a ship with it's black sail furled

And day after day he would stand on the shore

And dream of the life that they knew before.

The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in

Without a care for the ways of men

I'd give three ships of spanish gold

To see my love again.