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.