Great Pirates

On the morning when I stop looking back
I’ll be up to see the sunrise in deep bruised black
And bright blood red, and pale desert rose
And several other colors like those

Great pirates testing the waves
Great pirates testing the waves

Everybody gone from here
May you all emerge free and clear
And may you do some good where you go
High in the hands of the crosswinds, or in the arms of the undertow

Great pirates testing the waves
Great pirates testing the waves

And calling the roll— let’s see:
Just me
And checking the rigging before
Heading off to war

Peach rose black sky up early
Carry what I need to carry
Bury what I have to bury
Dancing, whistling, singing past the cemetery

Great pirates testing the waves
Great Great pirates
Great pirates testing the waves
Great Great pirates
Great pirates testing the waves