Full Lyrics
All is still, the night comes creeping,
And its curtains gently close
O’er the winds that calmly sleeping
On the glassy sea repose;
Now the moon is softly beaming
Thro’ her light and misty veil;
Sure of grief and she must dream,
Or she would not look so pale.
All is still, and without motion
Lies the sea’s unruffled breast;
Yet within I hear the ocean,
That will never, never rest;
For my heart, unchecked, unguided,
On the waves of doubt are tossed;
When the storm will be at rest,
Then the vessel will be lost.
