A man is blest when he can see
The splendor in the restless sea --
To feel her touch and hear the tone
That speak to us when we're alone.
She tells of strength - unwavering will
Of tenderness, of power to kill
Consumes the vain, denies the bold
And keeps her story much untold,
She counts no years, reveres no name
Forever changing, yet the same
She reaches out her beckon hand
To touch the shores of every land.
In common tongue she speaks to all
Who hear the sound and heed the call
What does she say to you and me
Of life and love and destiny?
She gives to each a secret key
And no one else can hear but thee.