[kenty191]

A heart so pure, so brave, so true,
Ne’er had a captain so cared for his crew,
Yet none cared for him, more than I,
Alas our times end soon was nigh.

His arms so strong, his grasp so tight,
Ne’er would I guess that upon that night,
Times together, many had passed,
Yet that fateful eve was to be our last.

My home, my love, my life, my ship,
Upon the stormy waves did skip,
The sky grew dark, the sea grew fierce,
My lover torn, my heart lay pierced.

And now I walk upon the land,
Without his palm within my hand,
I sit and look out to the sea,
Wishing he would return to me.