Saint Marie Lyrics

Deranged by drink and the darkness

Mangled by frost on icy nights

Drenched by rain high in the rigging

We all saw visions and turned white

Naked and sick, burnt by the sun which

In winter we wished back again.

In scorching fever, stench and hunger

Those who survived sang this refrain:

Stare on o sky of streaming blue

Do wind the worst that you can do

To hell with sky and wind if we

Control the seas round Saint Marie

Tide of crimson, flash of green

St Elmo's Fire, o what we've seen

If we reach dry land safe and well

What a tale we'll have to tell

But fickle winds they drive the sails

Siren breezes, brutal gales

Compass rose knows where we're blown

And the waves will take their own

In shallow waters, caught unawares

Beat to quarters, say your prayers

Dragging sand and broken shell

Men to your stations, merry hell

Stare on o sky of streaming blue

Do wind the worst that you can do

To hell with sky and wind if we

Control the seas round Saint Marie