Lyrics The Curse of Blackbeard Lavoie - Hoist the Colors

The Curse of Blackbeard Lavoie

How I long for you now as the church steeple rings
In the square of the town where the orphans now sing
I’m far and away in a place so unknown
So cold and so grey, so far from my home
The boatman has come to collect his fair toll
In exchange to be free, I gave up my soul
The devil is calling, calling my name
Down to the place of the lost and insane
And we sing
Oh into the ground we go
God rest these weary souls
I am a nomad I drift with the breeze
I flow from the rivers down to the great sea
My heart is a vessel that takes me away
Away from the madness, away from this place
There once was a time where I longed for your shore
A taste of your lips I’d want nothing more
The devil is calling, calling my name
Down to the place of the lost and insane
And we sing
Oh into the ground we go
God rest these weary souls