Sometimes in the light at the edge of the world Is the ghost of a ship with its tax sail furled And night after night, she would stand on the shore And dream of the love that she knew before The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in Without a thought for the ways of men We set sail for the Western Main To rob the ships of the Queen of Spain And she would be his pirate's bride She gave him the pistol and the sword at his side The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in Without a care for the ways of men I'd give three ships of Spanish gold To see my love again Full fathom five my true love lies In a fine wooden casket, no gold on his eyes Where is the glory? Where is the pride? Where is the joy for this pirate's bride? The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in Without a care for the ways of men Here in the light at the edge of the world He'd wait for a ship with its tax sail furled And day after day, he would stand on the shore And dream of the life that he knew before The tide rolls out, the tide rolls in Without a care for the ways of men I'd give three ships of Spanish gold To see my love again