The tumultous waves do climb,
Out of the salty brine,
To crash upon the shore,
Up to the light house door.
The sky is dark and black,
The sky sun's light does lack,
Beware the savage sea,
The waves roam far and free.
Many places they do go,
Past grass, and sand and snow,
But they cannot penetrate,
The land God did create,
To wash over the ground,
With a mighty rushing sound,
Yes we are safe tonight,
With trees, and dirt, and ice.
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