White Port

For all (is want of wonder?) and the sky was sad and blue
 The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
 I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
 And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side
 I came into the world of things a pauper I am told
 For the things I never got, I'm thankful to my bones
 With all its lack of gold and green my life has good supply
 Of treasure in the silver stars and white port at my side
 For all (is want of wonder?) and the sky was sad and blue
 The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
 I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
 And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side
 I gave the lass I promised that I'd be out west that day
 I headed east as fast as my two feet could back away
 All compliments and commitments I've dispensed far and wide
 But all was said with smiling face and white port at my side
 For all (is want of wonder?) and the sky was sad and blue
 The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
 I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
 And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side
 Now pirate lads and scallywags are brethren to me
 A sailor man with no good plan, that's something I could be
 But just as quick will I jump ship if told to get in line
 Send my bones to Davy Jones with white port at my side
 For all (is want of wonder?) and the sky was sad and blue
 The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
 I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
 And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side
 Now lastly I will say that I ain't seen a bad run yet
 And when the boss says time to get, I'll get with no regret
 With heaven made, I'll stake some shade and air myself out right
 Double-check that none suspect the white port at my side
 With heaven made, I'll stake some shade and I'll stay there till I die
 Double-check that none suspect the white port at my side
 For all (is want of wonder?) and the sky was sad and blue
 The grass was green from envy, no roots under my shoes
 I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
 And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side
 I ride the longest, hardest, fastest routes there are to ride
 And all is done with style and grace and white port at my side