Michael Light, he was a sailor
He made the ocean his home
On cold nights, he'd drop his anchor
And from his ship, you'd hear his song
I'll sail, to the islands and I'll
Live among the waves
Use a palm tree for a pillow
And some shade
Turn my boat into a house
And I'll change my wandering ways
And maybe I'll grow old
Before God rests my weary soul
Michael Light, he was a pirate
With a bottle in hand, he was the scourge of the sea
On cold nights, when it was quiet
For miles around, you'd hear him sing
I'll sail, to the mainland make my
Home among the pines
Use their branches for a shelter
And a fire
I'll hang up my pistols and I'll
Leave this life behind
And maybe I'll grow old
Before God takes my wicked soul
Off the coast one stormy night
In a battle for gold, I saw Michael lose his life
Right before he closed his eyes
Oh the fighting stopped, to hear his song
I never made it to the islands
Never made it to the pines
Never built my house
Or tried to change my life
I was born to be a sailor
I never could give up the fight
I know I won't grow old
As God takes my restless soul
