Her hair is like the setting sun,
Her grace and speed they are rivaled by none—
But you soon shall rue the deed you have done
If you lie with the Black Jack’s lady.
Her face is fair and her breath is sweet,
But do not fall for her cunning deceit:
For she’ll slice you, wide from your head to feet—
‘Tis the way of the Black Jack’s lady…
~~”Black Jack’s Lady”
The sea is a creature of whimsical feature,
A lady fair so they’ve said…
But she’ll aim hard to take you,
Make you or break you
And wash you up soon then for dead.
Her love it is fickle, a silvery sickle
That twists and turns ‘round on you fast.
Just ask any sailor, he’ll say without failure:
The best of the trip is the last.
~~”The Bow’s Turned Back”
They’ll promise you gold and silver aplenty:
you’ll never be empty of love.
Beauty and pleasure, and time at your leisure
Are things that you’ve been dreaming of…
Success will be yours, through several doors;
what ever you wish, you will find you can do:
Beware of this prize as a curse in disguise
since your mortal life soon will be through…
~~”Dance In The Circle”
Won’t you come and wait
For me at the gate
With your wooden toy sword in your hand?
It is then I will come
With the beat of the drum
From defending my king, and my land.
~~”Wooden Toy Sword”
From the truth we cannot hide:
I cannot stay by your side.
You will have to let me go,
Knowing all that I now know.
Secrets we both have a few;
This one I have told to you…
~~”New Northwest”
