The waves

Who shall detain us;

who shall enchain us,

waves of the ocean,

ever in motion,

born to be free?

Rock, cave nor boulders,

nothing can hold us;

once we have found them

dancing around them,

shouting with glee.

Darkness we heed not,

sunlight we need not;

nor can the heat of day

make us retreat or stay,

we know no sleep.

One we dread sore,

none do we fear more,

one whom we must obey,

one who has pow'r to stay

waves of the deep.

Winter with cruel hands

locks us in icy bands.

Stays us with freezing breath

not e'en the hand of Death

firmer doth cling!

Till westwinds blow

melt away ice and snow,

sweet songs they sing us,

[freedom they bring us

and greetings] of spring.