The Privateer

Morning is coming and I must away Over the green fields of the sea No man can tell you, no no man can say Oh the monsters and mirages are waiting for me I pack up my feelings, I store all my hurt I lock up my heart in an old memory Walk down the gangplank and walk down the aisle Walk a mile in my shoes up the rocks and the scree I've been undermined, I've been undefined I've been so inclined and I've been so lonely I've been underfed and I've nearly been bled And I've been nearly dead and I nearly been free I've been a woman and I've been a man And I've been a child when I shouldn't be I've been a winner and a sinner and saint And I've been had for dinner and the third degree But I saw the cannon and I saw the flash As I smelt the fear and the melted debris But the privateer is still waiting here There were islands of women as dark as the night And cannibals and kings and things unholy But the privateer is still waiting here During the voyage around capes of ice The sea serpents hissed as it crushed us like mice And the balmy nights of Shangri-Las Drunk on pink gin and the old jealous stars They rationed the water and the daughters of the chief And medals for heroes and whips for the thief In the admiral's cabin with his grand chandelier But the privateer is still waiting here There were maps of the stars that guided our keel And dolphins and seals swam the uncharted sea But the privateer is still waiting here