Creaking mildewed boards
With tattered, torn souls
Trying to guide the fair maiden of the deep
To a nice place so she may sleep
But her nightmares pluck her chords
To make them sound foul
Again and again they slam into her
Making her insides stir.
She is not steady, oh no
Not in any way shape or form
And the cloudy skies has its eyes locked
On the man who loved
He left a girl back home in ohio
A sailor he was to be, he left her torn
He was to be back today in the sunlight
So the two may again hold each other tight
The wind whistled among their ears
As lightning struck the sea
The tide was greedy and still it refused to sit
Sucking at the boards, taking half of her with it.
The ring fell from his pocket and rolled
Right of the side with the gaping hole
The waves had won. It was all done.
As they caved in to the unforgiving sea
With the little sailor boy
Who was once full of so much joy.
