It was dark the day I ran away to seanBut it'll be darker still the day I've had my fill and come crying, nThis world's got the best of menMy mother still leaves out a light every night just the samenAnd in my childhood room that's laid out like a tombnThey've got photograph headstones all carved with my namenBut I've tasted saltwater, and freedom, and rumnAnd I'm far too far gone for your kindness to savenSo when Davey Jones wakes in his lockernAnd pulls me under the wavesnDon't cry my friends, I've chosen my endnLet the wind and the sea be my gravennI remember the house that I left like it was yesterdaynThe comfort of sunlight on carpet, the smells of the kitchen all begged me to staynI had a bright future ahead of me or so I was toldnA career and a wife and a house and a child and a lifetime's protection against hunger and coldnBut I've lived half my life eating hardtack and brinenAnd I've collapsed with the sun at the end of each daynAnd I pray as I lay in my hammock each night, nLord, help me to be brave;nLet each dart find it's whale and our ropes never fail,nLet the wind and the sea -n - May they all wash over menLet the wind and the sea be my grave