'Tis lone on the waters
    When Eve's mournful bell
Sends forth to the sunset
    A note of farewell!

When borne with the shadows
    And winds as they sweep,
There comes a fond memory
    Of Home o'er the deep!

When the wing of the sea-bird
    Is turn'd to her nest,
And the heart of the sailor
    To all he loves best.

'Tis lone on the waters —
    That hour hath a spell
To bring back sweet voices
     And words of farewell!