Traveling On The Stormy Deep

There is no pain of my own body
Could cause such care or grief to me
There is to see my own true lover
From traveling on the stormy deep

If your flesh was sakened with a fever
I'd dress your head and cool your brow
But I cannot calm the raging waters
For that I do not know how

Along the shore, I'll try to follow
Into the thunder's crashing roar
No-one in my heart, I'll travel with you
Even unto that other shore

When my years have turned my hair to silver
Those final days are his to know
I only hope we'll talk together
Of storms we weathered long ago