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Pirate Heart – The Ballad of Cynnamon Spain
The pirate walks the waterfront
With senses all aglow
Resting hand on brace and blade
There’s some here she don’t know
The men look up from crate and crane
And nod as if they’re friends
But late tonight, when the drinkin’s done,
That’s where the friendship ends.
I heard one swabby dreamin’,
said he had his soul to sell,
“Don’t know what God she prays to,
But he sure has blessed her well.”
Her pirate’s chest is full and rich
It’s magic to the eye
So look your best you scurvy knave
You’ll take home just a sigh.
She’s felt the tip of sabers
And the sting of pistol balls
But pirate hearts are hard to kill
An’ she’s outlived ‘em all.
She takes the helm and runs her rig
And earns command with skill
She drinks a bit and some may say
Someday she’ll get her fill.
She curls ‘er lip in wicked smiles
And if that were’nt enuff
She scans the ship from stem to stern,
Says “You boys ain’t so tough.”
She’s been to the corners of the Compass Rose
And all points in between
Lookin’ for ports that’ll have ‘er I s‘pose
Or something she ain’t yet seen.
She’s sailed her ship from Barbary,
and to the Spanish Main,
she’ll tell you tales of far off lands,
of golden roads and silver rain.
She’s seen more coasts and handsome bays
than those who boast of Seven Seas
or hoards of hidden jewels and loot
to which they have the keys,
But when the enemy goes down
And the cannons done their rakin’
She’ll say “After I get the best,
I don’t care what yer takin’.
I’ll take the gems to fill my hold
And take ‘em ‘cross the seas
Unload ‘em at some distant shore
and sell ‘em to my enemies.”
Then later in her quarters,
A candle lights her bed
She dreams of Jack and gentler winds,
And the last hard words they said.
The man was so damned crazy,
that he brought her down to tears,
she swears that she ain’t gonna touch
another one for years.
Yes, Cynnamon has a softer side
that few have ever seen,
behind those steel grey eyes of hers
are dreams that might have been.
She says she wants to go abroad
There must be lands of peace
“I wonder when’s my last maraud
And when I’ll be released.”
And halfway ‘round the world he waits
And sailing on alone
He thinks of her on moonless nights
And tries to dream of home
But home is not a place for him
No village, town nor farm
His restless heart seeks comfort in
The harbor of her arms
He whispers ‘cross the open sea
And wonders if she’s heard
He’d give it all, his ship and crew,
If she’d just say the word.
DaVinci
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