Siren

That last little ray of light

That North Star, it shines so bright

And your hand I hold in mine

Tonight we won't disever

Your heart I keep with me forever

Even when all on Earth have died.

The grape vine, it grows so tall

Wild and fruitful, it feeds all

So that they may sleep

As safe and sound as you make me feel

The Ocean, my sweet, she calls to me

Becons me off these shores

So that I may serve Her.

For now, fairwell, my joyful sailor

Until a few have passed and I'll crawl

Back on these shores to see you again

Again, late this fall.