I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.
The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoever I go.
Shadows fall on even the brightest hours.