Noon farewell the king his friends your son, tarring decks, unfurling sails unsung, dawn will bring another course to chart, six bells ringing out another start. See the sun rising high friendship wind clear blue sky blue sky... Holding decks masters words salt tattoo big white birds white birds... Eyes are filled tears of rage hands they speak speak too soon too soon... See the sun fiery red Marie Celeste sails on dead on dead...