| 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 he 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 |