Sting Miscellaneous The Pirate's Bride Sometimes in the light at the edge of the world Is the ghost of a ship with it's black 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 Spanish 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 with gold on his eyes Where is the glory and where is the pride? Where is the joy for the 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 it's black sail furled And day after day he would stand on the shore And dream of the life that they 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
Sting Miscellaneous The Pirate's Bride Sometimes in the light at the edge of the world Is the ghost of a ship with it's black 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 Spanish 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 with gold on his eyes Where is the glory and where is the pride? Where is the joy for the 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 it's black sail furled And day after day he would stand on the shore And dream of the life that they 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
