Force Nine or Maybe Ten
Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 11:35 pm
The wind came screaming from the north
force nine or maybe ten
the sky was black inducing fear
amongst us broken men,
the Captain he was sick in bed
and looking fit to die
the surgeon said he´s coughing blood
as black as that there sky.
The mast was shattered in the storm
the sails were ripped apart
t´was only us six left aboard
from forty at the start,
fresh water kegs had washed away
the rations they were soaked
we had not eaten for three days
our hope and will was broke.
Our ship she floundered in the sea
a sea that boiled with rage
a sea that would take all our lives
and no one will be saved,
t´ was Davy Jones that made a pact
with strong winds from the north
that not a soul would live to see
a brighter day shine forth.
The Captains dead the surgeon said
so now we´re only five
lets pray to God that he can help
us feeble few survive,
we looked at him with knowing eyes
with eyes so filled with fear
we´re dead already said the mate
that sky is drawing near.
The winds they hit with such a force
the timbers they all split
the deck it heaved and broke apart
and splintered into bits,
the storm screamed like a witch on fire
who´s being sent to hell
and we five knew we´d join her soon
none left the tale to tell.
When I awoke face in the sand
I thought I must be dead
or was it just a nightmare dream
been running through my head,
I´ll tell you this my trusty friend
I´ll tell you this for free
never will this man I promise you
sail again the seven seas.
force nine or maybe ten
the sky was black inducing fear
amongst us broken men,
the Captain he was sick in bed
and looking fit to die
the surgeon said he´s coughing blood
as black as that there sky.
The mast was shattered in the storm
the sails were ripped apart
t´was only us six left aboard
from forty at the start,
fresh water kegs had washed away
the rations they were soaked
we had not eaten for three days
our hope and will was broke.
Our ship she floundered in the sea
a sea that boiled with rage
a sea that would take all our lives
and no one will be saved,
t´ was Davy Jones that made a pact
with strong winds from the north
that not a soul would live to see
a brighter day shine forth.
The Captains dead the surgeon said
so now we´re only five
lets pray to God that he can help
us feeble few survive,
we looked at him with knowing eyes
with eyes so filled with fear
we´re dead already said the mate
that sky is drawing near.
The winds they hit with such a force
the timbers they all split
the deck it heaved and broke apart
and splintered into bits,
the storm screamed like a witch on fire
who´s being sent to hell
and we five knew we´d join her soon
none left the tale to tell.
When I awoke face in the sand
I thought I must be dead
or was it just a nightmare dream
been running through my head,
I´ll tell you this my trusty friend
I´ll tell you this for free
never will this man I promise you
sail again the seven seas.
