Full Lyrics
Oh, give me a home on the dark rolling ocean,
Whose wild waves are dashing for aye ’gainst the shore;
With a good ship that heeds not the billow’s commotion,—
And friends that are true, and I ask for no more.
Then when the storm deepens, our boat like a feather,
Shall ride o’er the water so proudly and free.
Tho’ dark be the gale, and the storm clouds that gather,
Still mine be a home on the deep heaving sea.
My home shall be where the seabird finds a pillow,
And the seamonster buries himself in the deep;
And the winds that are sporting the crest of the billow
Shall gently caress me, and fan me to sleep.
The gale is approaching! the mad waves are sweeping!
Our stout boat is driving so proudly and free!
But now it is past, and the waters are sleeping.
Oh, give me a home on the deep, heaving sea.
While the “Flying Cloud” rides on thy surface of amber
Or dripping her prow from the sparkling wave’s foam;
Dear visions arise in the heart’s sunny chamber,
Of early caressing and far distant home.
For the calm blessed shore may embower a dwelling
Where rest the sweet friends of the noble and brave,
While we bend our bright sails to the breeze gently swelling,
And lightly career on the breast of the wave.
