The fisher's widow

The boats go out and the boats come in

Under the wintry sky.

And the rain and the foam are white in the wind

And all the gulls cry.

She sees the sea when the wind is wild

Swept by the windy rain

And her heart's a-weary of sea and land

As the long days wane.

She sees the torn sails fly in the foam

Broad on the sky line gray.

And the boats go out and the boats come in

But there's one away.