The Pirate Song

Appeared on Poet Wind

(Randy Weeks/Paul Boyd/David Munyon)


Something like bold scenery
Painted with fine oils
Cargo ships and pirate blades
Bringing home the spoils
Standing tired and wide awake
Dodging serpents' tails


Stand up, time to hoist the sails up
Here come all the big ships
Racing through the wind
Hurry up, come back when the time's right
We'lI be like the sharks bite
Back to bite again


Heading north we saw the fields
Coastline tinted grey
There she stood her dress pure white
Her lantern lights were eight
Soon my wounds were tended too
And mom brought back today


Stand up, time to hoist the sails up...


Like the spirit winds have claimed
Sails by just a thread
They forgive a captain's ship
And fill too full the jib
Like a band of gentlemen
With one less lass to forgive


Stand up, time to hoist the sails up...


Like a vintage Beaujolais
Empty lingering taste
Longing for another sip
Just to feel the chase
On the rocks in Trinidad
It was good to see your smiling face


Stand up, time to hoist the sails up...


Stand up, time to hoist the sails up.


David Munyon: vocal, guitar
Mike Silver: harmony vocals, guitar
Hrolfur Vagnsson: accordion
Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass