She runs fast to my open arms,
Her embrace, warm in the early morning

Delighting my weary heart,
After the long night at sea

That offered me not meat of scales and fins
But a heavy net of sea ****

She whispers into my ear,
"Papa, the moon shall rise tomorrow"

"And you will catch a biiig fish,
That we shall eat and be hungry no more"

"And you will never have to leave mummy and I, "
"Ever again,"
"unto these lonely nights, so cold and scary."