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The Sailor's Prayer

The Sailor's Prayer
(Rod MacDonald)

Though my sails be torn and ragged and my mast be turned about
Though the night wind chill me to my very soul
Though the salt spray sting my eye and the stars no sight provide
Give me just enough morning light to hold

   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 we reach another shore

If the only water's salt and I cannot quench my thirst
I will drink the rain that falls so steady down
If night's blindness be my gift, if there be thieves upon my drift
I will praise the dark that shelters me from them

If my friends be drained and weary and it seems their hopes are
There's no need for their bones on this blackened bottom
And if death wait just off the bow, we need not answer to him now
We'll stand on and face the morning light without him

   Rod MacDonald is a New York songwriter, and this is a hell of
     a song.


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