She stands and waits on the bay,
Waiting for her love to return,
Waiting to be in his arms of protection.
She holds his rose,
And dreams of when he shall return.
She dreams of when there lips will meet,
She looks at the moon,
And blows a kiss,
That it might touch his cheek tonight.
She waits by the bay,
And thinks of her love.
She waits by the sea,
And dreams of his love.
She waits by the sea,
And makes a wish for him to return safe.
She waits by the sea,
With his rose in her hand.
She waits by the sea,
And sings their song of pure love,
She waits by the sea,
And will not leave.
