Lonely the lot of the sailor, on the desolate watery ways,
for danger follows his footsteps e’en on the calmest of days.
But when the sea sparkles in sunlight, or the moon on the water doth dance,
why then the sea touches his spirit and softly his soul doth entrance,
for the call of the sea is persistent and the pull of it lasts a life long,
he’ll make little of nautical dangers just as long as he hears the sea’s song.

Deep down, deep deep down
in the darkness of the sea
lie the captains blackened bones,
for ‘tis all that’s left of he.
The fish have nibbled his flesh away
and the ***** have scraped him clean,
and now he rests in the Davy deep,
in waters so serene,
hardly a current disturbs the sand
no noise affects his sleep,
only the singing of the whales,
down there in the dark dark deep.
The singing of the whales my dears
and the sighing of the sea
will serenade his lonely bones
for all eternity.
While ashore his widow waits
and still her love holds true,
for her pride and joy was a sailor boy
so smart in his navy blue.
And still she waits, and still she weeps,
for things that might have been,
and all alone her vigil keeps
forgotten and unseen.
And still she waits and still she hopes
though the pain is hard to bear,
she will wait for all eternity
until he comes back for her.