I learned this Rod MacDonald song from "BIG Jim Couza" in the early 70's. Seems like a fitting farewell:

Though my sails be torn and tattered and my mast be turned about
Though the night wind chills me to my very soul
Though the spray might sting my eye and the stars no light provide
Give me just enough morning light to hold

I will not lie me down, this rain a-raging
I will not lie me down in such a storm
And if this night be unblessed, I shall not take my rest
Until we reach another shore

Though the only water left is but salt to wound my thirst
I will drink this rain that falls so steadily down
If night's blindness be my gift, there are thieves upon my drift
I will bless this fog that shelters me around

Though my friends are worn and weary and believe their hopes are lost
There's no room for their bones on this blackened bottom
Though death waits just off the bow, we will not answer to him now
We must stand and face the morning without him

Riggy