He scrubs the salt from every pane
The winter wind brings freezing rain
He pours a cup of midnight brew
The foggy bay is grey and blue
Swing the golden beam around
Keep the heavy anchors sound
Guide the sailors to the shore
Till the morning bells once more
The rusted railing shakes in wind
Where the rocky edges bend
He checks the oil and trims the wick
The clock on wall gives steady tick
Swing the golden beam around
Keep the heavy anchors sound
Guide the sailors to the shore
Till the morning bells once more
The pier is wet with silver dew
A ghostly ship comes drifting through
He waves a hand to let them know
Which way the hidden currents flow
Swing the golden beam around
Keep the heavy anchors sound
Guide the sailors to the shore
Till the morning bells once more
His boots are worn his coat is thin
The tide is pulling slowly in
He stands alone against the cold
A story that is never told
The coffee pot is burning low
The early morning breezes blow
He locks the door and turns the key
The master of the restless sea
Swing the golden beam around
Keep the heavy anchors sound
Guide the sailors to the shore
Till the morning bells once more
Keep the light on high
Watch the ships go by
