Wrapped in the weeds of the shallows. 
In the moon's drifting light. 
Calling from the cold, wet rocks, 
the sea rose of the low tides.

A passing ship along the coast 
heard her sadly calling 
and turned its sails to the sound, 
the rose, the sea rose calling.

In the waves, the waves she's calling.

Lonely, lonely, my heart is dark 
the rocks lie cold beneath me. 
Come closer, closer darling one. 
We'll marry in the sea weed.

On the passing ship, a sailor boy, 
he heard the sea rose calling 
and from the bow he dove on down 
to the waves, the waves, falling.

The waves, the waves were falling.

Come, come darling boy 
into my arms awaiting. 
Down, down in the cold, 
dark sea I'm waiting here to love you.

To her arms, her lovely arms, 
the currents pulled him splashing, 
but her body was only foaming waves 
and her voice just water rushing.

In the waves the sea rose falling. 
In the waves, the waves, my darling. 
The waves, the sea rose calling.