The dark waves shimmer and shine,
Forever and ever on an endless horizon.
The swift undercurrents are gracefully divine,
Even if the tides are quickly rising.
The ivory moon hangs above,
The everlasting sea is always churning.
It can be as sad as a mourning dove,
And fill us with great yearning.
Or it can bring such joy and cheer,
That even the skies are gay.
So do not be glum, dear,
While we're in the ocean's great spray.