Since the sea has called our name,

Since the sea has called our name,

Nothing else has been the same.

The trees begin to look less green,

And our senses seem less keen.

Sweet is the song of the sea;

Its lilting, haunting melody

Calls us to where we belong

How do we long to follow the song!

Grey ships shall now bear us away

Into the everlasting day

Of Valinor, her beauty fair

Forevermore, our place is there.