Though my sails be torn and tattered and my mast be turned about let the night wind chill me to my very soul and though the spray might sting my eyes and the stars no light provide give me just another morning light to hold
For I will not lie me down, this rain a raging I will not lie me down, in such a storm and if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest until I reach, another shore
Though the only water left is of 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
For I will not lie me down, this rain a raging I will not lie me down, in such a storm and if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest until I reach, another shore
Though my mates be drained and weary and believe all hope is lost there's no need for their bones on that blackened bottom and though death waits just off the bow WE WILL NOT ANSWER TO HIM NOW he will stand to face the morning light with out us
For I will not lie me down, this rain a raging I will not lie me down, in such a storm and if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest until I reach, another shore For I will not lie me down, this rain a raging I will not lie me down, in such a storm and if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest until I reach, another shore until I reach, another shore