The Bellman

"The Chorus"

Curse the hand of the man

With the bell he doth ring

One did tell me

"The Young"

Old man with traveler's hands

Scarred by age and salt of the sea

Tell me, warn thee your tales

Of cried from the ocean's abide

"The Bellman"

You fallow lads with smoother hands

Beware the beyond sea

The sun does not quite follow

The skies of the water you seek

Sunsets sadden

Mornings terrify!

On and on from the shores they do go

With their hearts and minds one way do they know

My bell will ring

And they will sing

A song I did too once sing

Mercator's Poles and Meridian Lines

The stars will guide, the sun will time

The winds of trade will guide the way

To the unknown and then

Home

Hold my hand and stay

With me listen to what I warn you

For so long am I imprisoned

To these streets of ports call

Still they sail, hence I raise

My bell and strike its chime of fate!

On and on from the shores we do go

With our hearts and minds one way do we know

Our bell will ring, And we will sing

The song we always dreamed to sing

Mercator's Poles and Meridian Lines

The stars will guide, the sun will time

The winds of trade will guide the way

To the unknown and then

Solo

Unseen or heard is the ghost

Of the Bellman we know

Unless you're the fool who

Is doomed from the moment you sail

Once was he the arrogant Bellman ago

Cursed to live on to call

The cry of the fell

Cursed be the hand of the man

With the bell he doth ring

Death to you all whose

Warnings you never did heed

Beware of the shivering bell

When you set forth to sea

For it rings the chime of fate!