The Spanish Main

Once upon a dream of mine

Where the canvas gently blew

The mainsail spliced, the sun enticed

To shine its body through

The gulls flew high in the morning sky

And the spray danced off the bow

Music came from the afterdeck

As a fiddle played aloud

On the Spanish Main

A hint of lace and sweet perfume

Ascends the creaking stairs

Señorita Balthazar

Had come to sell her wares

She tempted me with beauty

And eyes of burning fire

Filled with brittle consequence

She dared me to admire

On the Spanish Main

Was it just a dream

Or was I really there?

Lord knows it seemed real

For reality is what you see

And truth is what you feel

Will I wake up to dream again?

Or will I sail into my brain

And forget the way I came

To the Spanish Main?

The storm appeared from nowhere

As the angry waves grew

And I stood fast and took the wheel

In hands that stuck like glue

While Blackbeard and Davy Jones

With Jonah in their pay

Stood laughing while the Quaker shook

To end their little play

On the Spanish Main

Was it just a dream

Or was I really there?

Lord knows it seemed real

For reality is what you see

And truth is what you feel

Will I wake up to dream again?

Or will I sail into my brain

And forget the way I came

To the Spanish Main?