Sailor's Prayer - Rod MacDonald
Though my sails be torn and tattered
And the mast be turned about
Let the night wind chill me to my very soul
Though the spray might sting my eyes
And the stars no light provide
Give me just another morning light to hold
[Chorus]
I will not lie me down
This rain a-ragin'
I will not lie me down
In such a storm
And if this night be unblessed
I shall not take my rest
Until I reach another shore
Though the only water left
Is but salt to wound my thirst
I will drink the rain that pours so steady down
And though night's blindness be my gift
And there be thieves upon my drift
I will praise this fog that shelters me along
[Repeat Chorus]
Though my mates be drained and weary
And believe our hopes are lost
There's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom
And though Death waits just off the bow
They shall not answer to him now
He shall stand to face the morning without them
[Repeat Chorus]
by Rod MacDonald © 1982 Blue Flute Music (ASCAP)