The Pirate's Bride

Sometimes in the light at the edge of the world

Is the ghost of a ship with its tax 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 Western 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, no gold on his eyes

Where is the glory? Where is the pride?

Where is the joy for this 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 its tax sail furled

And day after day, he would stand on the shore

And dream of the life that he 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