Brave to face the salty wind
And the green and heaving sea
In the dawn me and old Finnegan
Sailed away from home so dear
The wind picked up in the morning
And was growing strong by noon
She was hit hard at sunset
And the sea came in quite soon
There's water down up to the knee
And my light's as good as gone
Holding on to you my one true love
Waiting far away back home
Around the smoking lantern
And the rusted radio
Dance the ghosts of ancient fishermen
Singing the ancient songs
You can try and stay at the rocky shore
But as all the sailors know
When the sea keeps calling
You ought to answer the call
There's water down up to the knee
And my light's as good as gone
Holding on to you my one true love
Waiting far away back home