cd: The Blink of an Eye<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n track 13: Vagabond Gold<\/p>\n I was raised by the western sea, Well the sun would set and the rum I\u2019d fetch, Sailors fear the legend old Well the years went on and with pride I found Well I made first mate, twenty years and eight Chorus<\/p>\n Well the captain died in the morning tide Well the night turned still with an eerie chill Chorus<\/p>\n
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\nA young boy on the shore
\nI dreamed at night of a sailors life,
\nNothing less and nothing more
\nThen a cabin boy took ill one year ,
\nAnd I fourteen years old
\nI worked my fill to the captains will,
\nThat turn on the Vagabond gold<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019d listen to the words they\u2019d say
\nThey told of a time when the good ship Gold
\nFound listing in the bay
\nThe crew was never found that time
\nAnd the truth was never told
\nI heard that tale, turned ghostly pale
\nThat night on the Vagabond Gold<\/p>\n
\nHaunt the good ship Vagabond Gold<\/p>\n
\nMyself upon the crew
\nInside my head were the word they\u2019d said
\nAnd I feared it may be true
\nAn unspoken pall it gripped us all
\nGood sailors young and old
\nI longed to see through the mystery
\nSurrounding the Vagabond Gold<\/p>\n
\nWith the captain on in years
\nHe took me in with a haunted grin
\nAnd the legend all came clear
\nHe turned to me and lad says he
\nNow the secrets in your soul
\nThough your fear is great, be the best first mate
\nEver sailed on the Vagabond Gold<\/p>\n
\nAnd we buried him at sea
\nAnd the crew looked hard at the next in charge
\nAnd the helm passed on to me
\nI counseled them \u201cbe steady lads \u201c
\nAs the sea began to roll
\nAnd the truth I weighed for I knew their fate
\nAnd the curse of the Vagabond Gold<\/p>\n
\nAnd the silence it did warn
\nOf terror there in the foggy air
\nI would not see the morn
\nThe ship she stood deserted now
\nNot a tortured sailors soul
\nI faced my death drew my last breath
\nAlone on the Vagabond Gold<\/p>\n
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