Violent seas came crashing
On their waves told of sailors demise.
Across the Nantucket sound
Came the screaming of wailing young wives.
For there were no bells in the distance
Nor flags of the ships out to sea
Only forlorn of the sirens
As they release the young souls to be free.
Perhaps the birds will guide them back home,
And away from a watery grave
Away from the grasp of Davey Jones,
And the darkness from whence he came.
From distance came a mournful sound
So softly across the waves,
The tearful goodbyes of broken young hearts
For their sailors that they gave.