A Sailor's Death

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