By the storm-torn shoreline a woman is standing The waves strung like jewels in her hair And the sea tore the rock by that desolate landing as if it had known she stood there. Chorus: Now she has come down to condemn that wild ocean for the murderous loss of her man, His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning And it's feared she’s gone down with all hands. Now white were the wave-caps And wild was their parting Alas is the warring of love, And she prayed to the gods Both of men and of sailors Not to cast their cruel nets for her love. Chorus What force leads a man To a life filled with danger High on seas or a mile underground It's when need is his master And pain it is no stranger, And there's no other work to be found. Chorus Interlude There's a school on the hill Where the sons of dead sailors Are led toward tempests and gales, Where their God-given wings Are clipped close to their bodies, And their eyes are bound-'round with ships' sails. Now she has come down to condemn that wild ocean for the murderous loss of her man, His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning And it's feared she’s gone down with all hands. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=l5rdc4BE54g