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.
