A Seaman's Tale

I'm an Old man
drifting without a port
Somewhere I lost my way
in a time that seems so short

I had such great

The Tale


Sing to me, O' Fortune dire,
A tale of one's worst regard
Yea, one's ill tiding-I wish to know
For my heart is weary

A seaman's tale

Of a faithful voyage

Through the depths of hell

Of horrors beyond mention

Terrors that will forever remain untold

Only

BASICALLY ALONE

On a boat that don't float
with a strong smell of smoke
I was sinking and fast on the sea.
with only one hope
I

Gather round ye seaman bold
Belay your task and hear me
Let the masthead sale alone
A sea tale will I tell thee

It happened