I want to die a sailor's death
Under crimson skies
I want the waves to bear me down
To the depths of my demise
I want to hear the captain give
A salty eulogy
Under sails and lowered heads
As I sink into the sea
A course is set in many ways
An endless sea of numbered days
I want to die a sailor's death
The sea can have my bones
Brine them as a trophy
In the halls of Davy Jones
If the truth be told at all
I was no good on land
Nothing more than salt and blood
And less than half a man
A course is set in many ways
An endless sea of numbered days
I want to die a sailor's death
No dirt shall have my blood
All my sins will follow me down
Buried in the flood
The waves will beat a chorus out
A dirge against the shore
The rocks will sound with echoes
Of my name forever more
A course is set in many ways
An endless sea of numbered days
A course is set in many ways
An endless sea of numbered days