Farmer from the West - Joshua James

As our ships sails under moonlight

The mighty north-wind blows

There’s a scream come from the cabin

Not a sailor could have known

Is it he who killed the captain?

Is it he who cut him down?

Is our masquerade not over?

Has the king not found his crown?

See i’m a man of quick decisions

A farmer from the west

I will find the captains murderer

And i will fight him for the rest

So if i die, burn the bridges

If i don’t, ring the bell

Cause we will drag his bloody body

We will hang it from the sails

Cause i won’t be home for your winter

No, i won’t be home for your spring

If the good lord comes to find this body here of mine

He will see, yes he will see

See there was blood upon the window

The thunder rolled on by

When we saw the lightning coming

We heard the farmer cry

«swim for shore, cause i’m a dead man

Burn the boat to the ground!

I’ve got the devil in my bosom

And god can’t save me now»

Cause i won’t be home for your winter

And i won’t be home for your spring

If the good lord comes to find this body here of mine

He will see, yes he will see

That was the last time we had seen him

The ship sank to the sea

And if you listen to the wind blow

You’ll hear the farmer scream

«swim for shore, cause i’m a dead man

Burn the boat to the ground!

I’ve got the devil in my bosom

God, no god can’t save me now»

Cause i won’t be home for your winter

And i won’t be home for your spring

If the good lord comes to find this body here of mine

He will see, yes he will see