With waves of crystal blue
slamming hard on the sand
I wait for a word of you
on solid land

I walk to the water
and stand crying
Holding out all hope
that you might come home to me

With water lapping at my feet
and the sun going down
Another sleepless night
without a sound

Standing by the open window
with the curtains drawn
I smell the ocean air
and long to have you near

The moon on it nightly vigal
crossing the night sky
Wishing the clouds to cover
its glowing smile

In the distance a horn blows
signalling a boat coming
Waves slamming against the rocks
turning the boat towards home

A light flashes and drowns the shore
the boat rises on the crest of waves
So lovely is the horn
that I run to the shore

To be in the arms of my loving husband
aching to have him home
The name on the ship
marking his return

To Stephen my dear and darling
to hold you again
The waves which took you
have brought you home again.

By White Dove