The familiar folky trope - the sailor boy drowns, the girl is left on the shore, keening.
It never ends well.
Neither does this one...
Lost at Sea
My love is lost, his ship went down
My love is nowhere to be found
A storm, a wave, and he must be drowned
My love is lost at sea
Chorus
The tide comes in and the tide goes out
The waves roll in and turn about
Sun and wind and rain and snow
I'll never let my true love go
Sun and wind and snow and rain
I'll never let him go ever again
He said goodbye in the morning sun
To return when the work was done
But he didn't come back and my love is gone
My love is lost at sea
The tide comes in
But I'll find him one day, you will see
I'll search forever and a watch a-keeping
Till the sea tires of my keening
And sends him back to me
The tide comes in
The tide comes in and the tide retreats
He's lying in the sand, and he looks asleep
I'll never let him go again
I'll lie down and keep him company;
My love's returned to me -
What am I, if not forsaken
What's my heart, if not broken
What to do - the sea beckons.
My love's beyond all harm, and
I'll take him gently in my arms
The tide comes in
Not a word, not a sound, I will lay my body down,
My love was lost but now is found,
My love's returned to me,
Not a word, not a sound, I will lay my body down,
My love was lost but now is found
I'll lie down and keep him company;
My love's returned to me -
What is life, that I should lose it?
What is love, that I should not choose it?
What is death, that I could refuse it?
And my love's beyond all harm
And the tide takes us gently in his arms
And the tide comes in...