Sea Song
Come sail the whispering seas, my love,
Come drift on the tides with me;
For I still long for the wild wave’s song
And the silver fish of the sea.
Oh I’d sail the sighing seas, my love,
Where the wild weeds gently glide;
But I’m afraid of the forest shade
Where the silent fishes hide.
Don’t fear the sauntering seas, my love,
As they dance beneath the breeze;
In the moonlit foam we’ll make our home
Like the silver fish of the seas.
Oh I’ll sail the rolling seas, my love,
And sigh for the cry of the wind;
But what if I weep on the ocean deep
To tread a greener land？
Oh you’ll love the roaring seas, my love！
Come ride the swell with me,
Where the breaking sky is drawn to die
With the silver fish of the sea.
If I ride the raging seas, my love,
Then will you follow me？
Or will you stay till your dying day
With the silver fish of the sea？
Oh I must ride the wild, wild seas
And you must let me be;
Till my dying day I’ll roam the spray
With the silver fish of the sea.
Judith Nicholls
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