Oh you slipped away from the harbour side
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In the morning bright and clear
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And your sails were filled with the rising wind
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And you laughed for all to hear
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But you never glanced at the ragged dance
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Of your lovers on the quay
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Don't call on them when the winds rise high
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On the dark and the rolling sea
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Oh you set your course for the furthest shores
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And you never once looked back
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And the flag you flew was a pirate cross
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On a field of velvet black
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And those landsmen who you but lately knew
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Were left stranded on the lea
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Don't call on them when the storm clouds rise
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On the dark and the rolling sea
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Oh I have no need of a chart or creed
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You told your waiting crew
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For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight
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And you spoke as though you knew
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So you paid no mind to the warning signs
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As you gave your words so free
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Don't change your tack when the timbers crack
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On the dark and the rolling sea
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Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails
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And the stars desert the skies
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And the rigging strains as the hands of rain
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Reach down to wash your eyes
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And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand
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And his eyes spell mutiny
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Don't call my name when your ship goes down
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On the dark and the rolling sea
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The Dark And The Rolling Sea
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| Al Stewart |
