He scrubs the brine from every pane
He knows the coming of the rain
The pier is slick with silver dew
The morning sky is pale and blue
The iron bell begins to ring
The cold North winds begin to sing
Oh keep the white light burning bright
Across the black and rolling night
The salt glass eye will guide them home
Through crashing waves and bitter foam
He keeps the brass and copper clean
The sharpest edge he's ever seen
He tastes the spray upon his lip
He watches for a distant ship
The iron bell begins to ring
The cold North winds begin to sing
Oh keep the white light burning bright
Across the black and rolling night
The salt glass eye will guide them home
Through crashing waves and bitter foam
He drinks his tea from heavy clay
To chase the winter chill away
The harbor walls are grey and old
The stories of the deep are told
Oh keep the white light burning bright
Across the black and rolling night
The salt glass eye will guide them home
Through crashing waves and bitter foam
He counts the beats of every tide
With nowhere left for him to hide
The hempen rope is worn and thin
He waits for every boat come in
Oh keep the white light burning bright
Across the black and rolling night
The salt glass eye will guide them home
Through crashing waves and bitter foam
Guide them home Through the foam
Steady now
