Jimi D Pirate
Sr. Member
The Treasure Fleet
Stand on this beach and close your eyes
and once again the ensigns fly
from the great, gilded galleons
as they sail by
Laden with Treasure; Pieces of Eight;
Laden with Glory; Laden with Fate;
Laden with Lives; Both Humble and Great.
The Ornate Flota still homeward Steers
That's been Drowned and lost three hundred years.
With your eyes closed here,
the Image is clear.
Imperial Spain's imperial dreams
riding the winds -- riding the Stream.
with your eyes closed here, how real it seems.
Drowned and gone three centuries past,
nothing remains of sail and mast
of Glory, and Lives,
and Dreams long Dashed
But stand on this beach
and close your eyes
and just offshore the Armada lies
and in its mighty, splendid grandeur of long ago
it homeward flies
Stand on this beach and close your eyes
and once again the ensigns fly
from the great, gilded galleons
as they sail by
Laden with Treasure; Pieces of Eight;
Laden with Glory; Laden with Fate;
Laden with Lives; Both Humble and Great.
The Ornate Flota still homeward Steers
That's been Drowned and lost three hundred years.
With your eyes closed here,
the Image is clear.
Imperial Spain's imperial dreams
riding the winds -- riding the Stream.
with your eyes closed here, how real it seems.
Drowned and gone three centuries past,
nothing remains of sail and mast
of Glory, and Lives,
and Dreams long Dashed
But stand on this beach
and close your eyes
and just offshore the Armada lies
and in its mighty, splendid grandeur of long ago
it homeward flies