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

    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)

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