| Fine Sir John got far beyond | 
| And laid low one wet September | 
| It was then he wrote | 
| The curse of her pearls | 
| For which he is now remembered | 
| But of course it all came to an end | 
| By early next December | 
| When fine Sir John with all reason gone faded into his winter | 
| And the wind did howl, and the trees did bow | 
| The wolves all cried on the day he died | 
| I survived their sugar cures and I dined with snow eating sinners | 
| So much weather has come and gone as the swine roll in the embers | 
| Give my regards to the captain of the guards who has lost his saber | 
| While in the back room the boys have it large | 
| While his mistress she sets the table | 
| And the wine will spill and the moon will shine | 
| The dream is gone and it’s about time | 
| Has it always been this way | 
| So much sorrow so much pain | 
| From this day nothing will be the same | 
| Watch the starboard child | 
| Walk your plank and sink away, away | 
| Anyway you love, we know how you feel | 
| Let’s open the door to tomorrows | 
| Hidden charms and gaze in wonder | 
| Let the music play | 
| Let the people parade in many colors | 
| As we watch the candle burn | 
| There is nothing we have learned | 
| So please believe the thunder | 
| Where evermore is a place of lore | 
| And the messenger he just shivers | 
| And the lights they dim and the masks removed | 
| And the night falls in forever as the moon | 
| Anyway you love, we know how you feel | 
| Anyway you love, we know how you feel |