Creaking at the jetty,
Tapping on the mast,
Sighing through the branches
Voices from the past.
Crackling 'neath my footfall,
Lapping on the shore
Whispers of the wand'rers
Who walk here no more.

Hush you jealous lovers
Though I steal your bride
Soon I shall be sleeping
With you at her side;
Where her restless waters
And her storm-tossed trees
Serenade her lovers
Crooning elegies.