You think you’ve seen it all by now 

Crystal skies and secret caves 

Mystery is what you seek 

Hidden pictures in the waves

But my dear, 

Can you hear 

If you listen? 

The music that comes from the sea

On the coast 

Lives the ghost 

Of a sailor

Lulling the cliff sides to sleep  

To most 

It is faint 

And retiring

A chant which so softly enspells 

The lull

Of the tides 

And the moonbeams 

Of the ocean waves in a conch shell 

His words are a powerful siren

But my child, you mustn’t stray near 

For if you encroach on his dwelling 

He’ll smile and disappear

I was once young and foolish 

Too curious, precocious, and vain 

I called out to that sailor 

And I never saw him again