Sometimes in the light at the edge of the world'
There's a ghost of a ship with it's black sails 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 Spanish 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'
With gold on his eyes.
Where is the glory?
Where is the pride?
Where is the joy for the 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 it's black sail furled'
And day after day he would stand on the shore'
And dream of the life that they 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.