In the mist of the mornin'
a man stands on the shore...
a ship is anchored in harbor
as it sails no more...
The man with a sad face
stares at the ship
all battered and broken,
not able for a trip...
But the man
he sees not a ship at shore,
he sees his friend worth dying for!
For the man was no merchant
and rich he was not
but when he bought that ship
his freedom he bought!!!
He sailed and sailed
for months and for years,
on the deck he shed
his blood and his tears.
As the years passed by
and the man got old
thus came the end
to his adventures so bald.
Too old to sail,
too old to be wild,
he sold his ship
and anchored to die.
In the future years
the land he'll call his home
but once that day comes
he will join his friend on the sea... once more... and roam...