Echoes from the Sea
Drifting along in my gallant craft,
Over the ocean, broad and vast.
This story of old to me is told
’Midst the roar of the sea and the creak of the mast.
Millions have I in my deep bed; millions in silver; millions in gold;
Stones that are precious, jewels so rare;
Relics of kingdoms beyond compare.
Antiques that are centuries old.
It was echoes from the sea, whispering to me;
Echoes floating out into the air.
Stories to me told of wealth and shining gold
That are hidden in the mighty ocean there.
Then it spoke of vessels proud
That boasted their power to conquer all.
The sea with its might they’d gladly fight,
No power on earth could make them fall,
But each brave ship, as it came their turn, gave up the fight (if the story be true);
Gave up the fight, the echoes say;
Ne’er again will they sail so gay.
Relinquished all and sank from view.
It was echoes from the sea, whispering to me;
Echoes floating out into the air.
Stories to me told of gallant ships of old
That are hidden in the mighty ocean there.
Next it spoke of seamen gay;
Of sailors that were brave and true,
Whose boasts would be, “We sail the sea;
We sail the mighty ocean blue.”
They sailed away in their gallant bark, these heroes who were staunch and brave.
Those at home they weep and yearn
For these gallant tars who’ll not return,
But sleep in a watery grave,
It was echoes from the sea, whispering to me,
Echoes floating out into the air.
Stories to me told of sailors brave and bold,
That are hidden in that mighty ocean there.