*There’s a storm comin’
So get down below
Batton the hatches
And hear the wind blow
I took to sea as a lad of fourteen
My first storm at sea turned me face a pea green
The cap’t he told me to make meself fast,
So I spent the night rollin’ a tied to the mast.
I learned over time to weather the squalls,
For a pirate who can’t will get kicked in the balls
His mates make his life a hell on this earth
If he spends every storm below in his berth.
But the first time I felt the wild hurricane’s might
The mast kissed the sea as we lay to the right
I thought I was dead as the winds they did roar
And I swore I would never to sea any more.
Then one day I heard of a ship that could fly
So I thought I would give sailing just one more try
There would be no waves rolling in watery dance–
If only I’d known there would be turb-u-lance.
I thought that the waves were a terrible fright
But think of that rolling way up in the heights
Thunder a roaring with each lightning flash
and the rain lash like needles wheree’er we would dash
Then someone glanced up, to the air overhead,
and I never will ever forget what he said–
“Look through the clouds there–can you see blue sky?”
So we hauled on the lines and we lifted her high.
Now under our keel, the clouds tumbled by
With lightning a dancing like little fire flies
But we sailed on above it, through sky crystal blue
Or I wouldn’t be telling me story to you.
So, if you go sailing, make it through the air—
There’s nothing but blue skies to deal with up there.
Mayhap an occasional bird will glide by,
But you don’t have no weather when you’re flying so high.