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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Performer
Greg Lake
Greg Lake
Musician
Keith Emerson
Keith Emerson
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Lake
Greg Lake
Songwriter
Keith Emerson
Keith Emerson
Composer
Peter Sinfield
Peter Sinfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Timperley
John Timperley
Engineer
David Richards
David Richards
Engineer
Roger Cameron
Roger Cameron
Engineer
Greg Lake
Greg Lake
Producer

Lyrics

"Who'll make his mark?" the Captain cried "To the Devil, drink a toast" We'll glut the hold with cups of gold And we'll feed the sea with ghosts I see your hunger for a fortune Could be better served beneath my flag If you've the stomach for a broadside Come aboard, my pretty boys I will take you and make you Everything you've ever dreamed "Make fast the guns, tonight we sail When the high tide floods the bay Cut free the lines and square the yards Get the black flag stowed away The Turk, the Arab and the Spaniard Will soon have pennies on their eyes And any other laden fancy We will take her by surprise I will take you, make you Everything you've ever dreamed" Six days off the Cuban coast when a sail ahead, they spied "A galleon of the treasure fleet," the mizzen lookout cried "Closer to the wind, my boys," the mad-eyed Captain roared "For every man that's alive tonight will be hauling gold aboard" "Spare us," the galleon begged, but mercy's face had fled Blood ran from the screaming souls the cutlass harvested Driven to the quarter deck, the last survivor fell "She's ours, my boys!" the Captain grinned And no one left to tell The Captain rose from a silk divan with a pistol in his fist And shot the lock from an iron box, and a blood-red ruby kissed "I give you jewelry of turquoise, a crucifix of solid gold One hundred thousand silver pieces, it is just as I foretold You, you see there before you Everything you've ever dreamed" Anchored in an indigo moonlit bay Gold-eyed 'round fires the sea thieves lay Morning, white shells and a pipe of clay As the wind filled their footprints They were far, far away Our sails swell full as we brave all seas On a westward wind to live as we please With the wicked wild-eyed woman of Portobello town Where we've been told that a purse of gold Buys any man a crown They will serve you and clothe you Exchange your rags for the velvet coats of kings "Who'll drink a toast with me? I give you liberty This town is ours tonight!" "Landlord wine, make it the finest Make it a cup for a sea dog's thirst Two long years of bones and beaches Fever and leaches did their worst So fill the night with paradise Bring me peach and peacock 'til I burst But first, I want a soft touch in the right place I wanna feel like a king tonight Ten on the black to beat the Frenchman Back you dogs, give them room to turn Now open wide sweet Heaven's gate Tonight were gonna see if Heaven burns Ooh, see how she burns, oh, see burn I want an angel on a gold chain And I'll ride her to the stars It's the last time for a long, long time Come the daybreak, we embark On the flood of the morning tide Once more the ocean cried" "This company will return one day Though we feel your tears, it's the price we pay For there's prizes to be taken and glory to be found Cut free the chains, make fast your souls We are El dorado-bound I will take you for always, forever, together Until Hell calls our names" "Who'll drink a toast with me To the Devil and the deep blue sea? Gold drives a man to dream"
Writer(s): Greg Lake, Keith Noel Emerson, Carl Frederick Palmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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