The ocean’s maiden lover walks at midnight on the shore,
And receives his kiss from lapping waves that fill her to the core.

The ocean’s maiden lover always floats upon the sea,
And he carries her, without a doubt, as gently as can be.

The ocean’s maiden lover often dances with the waves,
And they use the music from a creature of the night it braves.

Then he’ll wash away her footsteps as the morn arrives again,
And she disappears as Sun’s first rays touch where she had lain.

For, though the ocean’s maiden lover walks at midnight on the shore,
She remains to all the world a moonbeam and nothing more.