The Sea Rose

Wrapped in the weeds of the shallows. In the moon’s drifting light. Calling from the cold, wet rocks, the sea rose of the low tides
A passing ship along the coast heard her sadly calling and turned its sails to the sound, the rose, the sea
Rose calling
In the waves, the waves she’s calling
Lonely, lonely, my heart is dark the rocks lie cold beneath me. Come closer, closer darling one. We’ll marry in the sea weed
On the passing ship, a sailor boy, he heard the sea rose calling and from the bow he dove on down to the waves, the waves, falling
The waves, the waves were falling
Come, come darling boy into my arms awaiting. Down, down in the cold, dark sea I’m waiting here to love you
To her arms, her lovely arms, the currents pulled him splashing, but her body was only foaming waves and her voice just water rushing
In the waves the sea rose falling. In the waves, the waves, my darling. The waves, the sea rose calling