Come O'er the Sea - The Moorings

Come o’er the sea

Maiden!

with me

Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows!

Seasons may roll

But the true soul

Burns the same where’er it goes

Let fate frown on, so we love and part not;

'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death where thou art not!

Then come o’er the sea

Maiden!

with me

Come wherever the wild wind blows;

Seasons may roll

But the true soul

Burns the same where’er it goes

Is not the sea

Made for the free

Land for courts and chains alone?

Here we are slaves

But on the waves

Love and liberty’s all our own;

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us

All earth forgot, and all heaven around us!

Then come o’er the sea

Maiden with me

Come wherever the wild wind blows;

Seasons may roll

But the true soul

Burns the same where’er it goes