On a salt-scarred winter's morn
When his side of the bed lay cold and torn
A gale screamed, a prophet of the deep
To claim the promise she swore to keep
The cliff-wind whispered
A cruel chant in her ear:
"Far out yonder
Where the grey ghosts steer...
Your love has disappeared."

So sing the shanty, waves of grey,
For those the tide has swept away.
My love is salt, my love is foam,
Now call me, sea-fate, bring me home.
I'll trade this breath for one last breath of his,
Upon the deep, where all vows twist.
Sound the knell... I follow well.

In her father's weathered skiff
She chased the dawn through comber and rift
Sailed on where star and compass failed
To where the ocean's breath is galed
The sea-drake slumbered
Then woke and showed its grace
Far out yonder
In that barren place...
She found his vessel's face.

So sing the shanty, waves of grey,
For those the tide has swept away.
My love is salt, my love is foam,
Now call me, sea-fate, bring me home.
I'll trade this breath for one last breath of his,
Upon the deep, where all vows twist.
Sound the knell... I follow well.

A hollow captain, pale as spray,
Could only turn his head away.
"The ledger reads: 'taken by the main.'
No trace in sun, nor snow, nor rain."
The silence shattered.
Her heart, a fractured bell.
Far out yonder...
A single, final knell...
As down to him she fell.

Now ends the shanty, waves of grey,
You took him, but you could not stay.
My love is yours, my love is foam,
You are my sea-fate, you are my home.
I'll take this depth, the final gift you give,
To where the sunken lovers live.