The Pirate Song
Early one morning, I went down to the sea
all I found there: grey sky and black waves
I sat down in the mud, waiting for somewhat
And early that morning, a black hat walked out of the sea
and he was telling me, throaty but clear:
if you can't steal it, gold has to be searched
searched deep in the mud, where you are right now
where you are right now, and where you always will be...
Early one morning, I went down to the sea
all I found there: grey sky and black waves
I sat down in the mud, waiting for somewhat
And early that morning, a black hat walked out of the sea
and he was telling me, throaty but clear:
if you can't steal it, gold has to be searched
searched deep in the mud, where you are right now
where you are right now, and where you always will be...
by Gregor Ritschel
