Sailors Prayer.    

B
	Though my sails be torn and tattered
	and my mast be turned about
	let the night wind chill me to my very soul
	though the spray might sting my eyes
	and the stars no light provide
	give me just another morning light to hold

Chorus:
	I will not lie me down
	this rain a ragin' 
	I will not lie me down
	in such a storm
	and if this night be unblessed
	I shall not take my rest
	till I reach another shore .

	And though the only water left 
	is but salt to wound my thirst
	I will drink the rain that falls so steady down
	and though night blindness be my gift
	and there be thieves upon my drift
	I will thank the fog that shelters me along

Chorus:

	And though my mates be drained and weary
	and believe their hopes are lost
	there's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom
	and though death just off the bow
	we will not answer to him now
	he shall stand to face the morning light without us.

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