Buccaneer - Fiddler's Green

I was sitting in an old-school pub

My memories and me

A lot of drinks, a lot of songs

The next round was for free

A man was sitting next to me

His hair was long and grey

He’d lost one eye

One wodden leg and he had much to say

He smoked a lot of cigarrettes

His voice was rough and deep

So many scars upon his face

His skin was thick and weak

He was the old buccaneer and he said:

«My friend, come on over, lend an ear»

He was the old buccaneer

My friend, come on over, lend an ear

He told me stories 'bout his life

So many fights and girls

So many kisses

So much booze and so much gold and pearls

He looked upon a yellowed map

His fingers on a place

He said: «This is my gift to you»

And looked into my face

He was the old buccaneer and he said:

«My friend, come on over, lend an ear»

He was the old buccaneer

My friend, come on over, lend an ear

So we went on

The whole night through

We drank from dusk till dawn

As I woke up

The sky went blue

The grey old man was gone

I lay beside the kitchen door

My head was sick and weird

His words remained inside my mind

— So cruel, beloved and feared

He was the old buccaneer and he said:

«My friend, come on over, lend an ear»

He was the old buccaneer

My friend, come on over, lend an ear

He was the old buccaneer and he said:

«My friend, come on over, lend an ear»

He was the old buccaneer

My friend, come on over, lend an ear