Light-House by the Sea
Copyright, 1880, by J. C. Groene A Co.
There's a light-there's a light I
And it shines far out at sea;
'Tis a beacon so bright
From my true love to me.
There's a light-there's a light,
In a light-house by the sea.
In a-light-house by the sea, there's a sweet face waits for me,
Whene'er I'm away, she waits day by day
For the white sails far over the foam;
When storms rage high at night her lamps are always bright,
She's the pride of my heart, so steer, my lads, for home.
Many a day since last I saw her face,
And gazed in her eyes their loving truth to trace;
We'll meet ne'er to part, for with her I'll remain,
I am coming, yes, I'm coming to you, sweet lass, again.
When storms rage high at sea,
Ye-ho, my lads, ye-ho!
She waits for me,
Ye-ho, my lads, ye-ho!-Chorus.