A Sailors Prayer Chords & Lyrics - 091

Though my s[G]ails be torn and tattered,
And the [G]mast be turned about,
Let the [C]night wind chill me [D]to my very s[G]oul;
Though the s[G]pray might sting my eyes,
And the s[G]tars no light provide,
Give me [C]just another [D]morning light to [G]hold.

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And I will not [D]lie me down,
This rain a-r[G]agin',
I will not [D]lie me down in such a [G]storm;
And if this [G]night be unblessed,
I s[C]hall not take my [Am]rest,
Till I [D]reach another [G]shore.

Though the [G]only water left,
Is but [G]salt to wound my thirst,
I will [C]drink the rain that [D]falls so steady [G]down;
And though night's [G]blindness be my gift,
And there be [G]thieves upon my drift,
I will [C]praise this fog that [D]shelters me al[G]ong.

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Though my [G]mates be drained and weary,
And bel[G]ieve their hopes are lost,
There's no [C]need for their bones [D]on that blackened [G]bottom;
And though death [G]waits just off the bow,
They shall not [G]answer to him now,
He shall [C]stand to face the [D]morning witho[G]ut us.

Chorus x2