The fisherman and his daughter,
Walked along the sand,
They spoke of the water,
Together, hand in hand.
That day he had brought her,
His motherless daughter,
Down by the water,
To speak of dangers off land.
The mighty sea roared,
With a rage filled with dread,
“Man overboard!”
The fisherman was dead.
The fisherman sought her,
His motherless daughter,
As she walked by the water,
Grief filled her head.
The fisherman’s daughter,
Walked alone in the sand,
His spirit in the water,
Far, far from land.
She wiped away a tear,
A voice she could hear,
“Come, my dear.”
Her father’s firm demand.
Off the cliff-edge she cast,
Her sorrowful past,
Father and daughter reunited at last.
Far away from land.
The fisherman and his daughter,
Washed up against the sand,
Their spirits in the water,
Forever, hand in hand.
