My lover's arms, 
they beg me to stay. 
But I know the storms, 
they will sweep me away. 

My daughter's eyes, 
they are two tiny seas, 
whose water will rise 
and [bad word] down her cheeks. 

"Father where do you go, 
so far out upon the sea, 
when are [bad word] home to me?" 
"Darling why do you leave, 
as the north wind begins to blow? 
Will you [bad word] home to me?" 

The boat and the blade, 
they are all that I know; 
the sea calls my name, 
and so I must go. 

And while they still sleep, 
I slip out through the door; 
but how can I leave, 
with my anchors ashore? 

"Father where do you go? 
It's farther than I can see, 
when are [bad word] home to me?" 
"Darling why do you leave, 
as the north wind begins to blow? 
Will you [bad word] home to me?"