Far in the mellow western sky, br Above the restless harbor bar, br A beacon on the coast of night, br Shines out a calm, white evening star; br But your deep eyes, my 'longshore lass, br Are brighter, clearer far. br br The glory of the sunset past br Still gleams upon the water there, br But all its splendor cannot match br The wind-blown brightness of your hair; br Not any sea-maid's floating locks br Of gold are half so fair. br br The waves are whispering to the sands br With murmurs as of elfin glee; br But your low laughter, 'longshore lass, br Is like a sea-harp's melody, br And the vibrant tones of your tender voice br Are sweeter far to me.