A Thought of Home at Sea

’Tis lone on the waters
When eve’s mournful bell
Sends forth to the sunset
A note of farewell;

When, borne with the shadows
And winds as they sweep,
There comes a fond memory
Of home o’er the deep;

When the wing of the sea-bird
Is turn’d to her nest,
And the thought of the sailor
To all he loves best!

’Tis lone on the waters--
That hour hath a spell
To bring back sweet voices,
With words of farewell!