When My Fisher-Boy Comes Home.
Copyright, 1897, by The Smith Piano Co.
Worda and Music by Gussie L. Davis.
She stood on the rocks gazing out on the sea,
And the wild ocean waves seemed asleep;
She counted the moments in sweet ecstasy,
And watched passing sails on the deep;
To-night he is coming, my brave fisher-boy,
To-night, yes, he surely will come;
"Tis rapture while waiting, the thoughts of what Joy
When my fisher-boy comes home.
When my fisher-boy comes home, when my fisher-boy comes home.
Sweet kisses shall pay for his absence away, when my fisher-boy comes home,
When my fisher-boy comes home, when my fisher boy comes home,
Sweet kisses shall pay for his absence away, when my fisher-boy comes home.
She prayed that the fishers might safely return
To their families, their loved ones at home:
She prayed for the one that her heart often yearn'd,
To-night far out over the foam;
The maid at the seaside did not pray in vain,
The white sails soon came o'er the foam;
Her prayer went to heaven, the answer soon came,
And her fisher-boy was home.-Chorus.