You walk the pier in heavy boots
Where the salt air takes its roots
The gray mist clings to every rail
Your skin is cold and ghostly pale
Hold the light and watch it spin
Let the steady glow begin
Guide the ships through iron haze
In a golden, circling blaze
The brass is polished bright and clean
The sharpest light you've ever seen
You hear the gulls cry out in flight
Against the coming of the night
Hold the light and watch it spin
Let the steady glow begin
Guide the ships through iron haze
In a golden, circling blaze
The coffee steams inside the pot
The cabin air is thick and hot
You watch the water turn to ink
While the heavy anchors sink
Hold the light and watch it spin
Let the steady glow begin
Guide the ships through iron haze
In a golden, circling blaze
You wind the gear with steady hand
Far away from any land
The foghorn moans a low deep sound
Until the hidden coast is found
The tide pulls back from the wet stone
You stand in the tower alone
Wait for the wind to shift its weight
And open up the harbor gate
The morning sun breaks through the white
Turning all the gray to light
You wipe the glass and lock the door
As the waves hit the sandy shore
Hold the light and watch it spin
Let the steady glow begin
Guide the ships through iron haze
In a golden, circling blaze
Keep the lamp high.
Keep the lamp high.
In the golden blaze.
