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Widow of the Sea



High upon a rocky bluff,

stands the sentinel of the sea

She beams her light of hope and home

and brings my sailor back to me



How oft I’ve sat on this rocky ledge

Gazing down at the ocean’s depth

I wondered how many men have died

and how many wives have wept.



I pray once more for your return

That God and the waters are good

I feel your callused hand in mine

Smell the aroma of sea and damp wood



The sun comes up as I stand watch

Like the lighthouse has done for years

I strain to see that one small speck

and hold back my store of tears



The morning fog hampers my view

The dampness clings to my hair

I long for a glimpse of you

Beg the sea to be kind and share



Then slowly I spot your weathered boat

as I let my dammed tears flow

Their saltiness blurs the sight of you

They taste of the sea, you know



What fate for a fisherman’s wife

that her tears would taste of the sea

For the ocean is his dearest love

She just shares her man with me



Not too many days on dry land

till the tides pull you out the door

So I’ll love you madly while I can

Then stand watch with the lighthouse once more.