On yonder waves waiting
come carry me home
the land is baiting
me 'way from sea foam.

Though siren songs beckoned
and malstrom did throng
my mem'ry I reckoned
of the place I belong.

So onward I went
o'er the blue hills a-curling
homeward, my vigor spent
but my heart all a-whirling.

From cliff may you spy
her stern from the mist
and the sails how they fly
from the wind be they kissed.

And I go to your arms
now free from the blue
to be swayed by your charms
yet again are we two