I saw upon the treacherous winter seas
the glint of manmade day from lonely tower.
Pillar of light that warns of treachery,
guide this, our ship, from natures vengeful power

I man the helm and point our lady straight,
the lighthouse carefully kept on starboard side.
No cargo on this ship, my only freight
my love, the dearest to my heart, my bride.

Her trusting gaze gives comfort to my heart
as thunderous waves come bearing salty death.
we are rebuffed, the run once more to start.
That glinting lighthouse beam alone soothes breath

The tower, a hope in which I place my trust
or else we’ll be as rotting wood and rust.