Away, Away, O'Er The Bounding Sea My Spirit Flies Like A Gull; For I Know My Mary Is Watching For Me, And The Moon Is Bright And Full. She Sits On The Rock By The Sounding Shore, And Gazes Over The Sea; And She Sighs, "Will My Sailor-Boy Come No More? Will He Never Come Back To Me?" The Moonbeams Play In Her Raven Hair; And The Soft Breeze Kisses Her Brow; But If Your Sailor-Boy, Love, Were There, He Would Kiss Your Sweet Lips I Trow. And Mother She Sits In The Cottage-Door; But Her Heart Is Out On The Sea; And She Sighs, "Will My Sailor-Boy Come No More? Will He Never Come Back To Me?" Ye Winds That Over The Billows Roam With A Low And Sullen Moan, O Swiftly Come To Waft Me Home; O Bear Me Back To My Own. For Long Have I Been On The Billowy Deep, On The Boundless Waste Of Sea; And While I Sleep There Are Two Who Weep, And Watch And Pray For Me. When The Mad Storm Roars Till The Stoutest Fear And The Thunders Roll Over The Sea, I Think Of You, Mary And Mother Dear, For I Know You Are Thinking Of Me. Then Blow, Ye Winds, For My Swift Return; Let The Tempest Roar O'Er The Main; Let The Billows Yearn And The Lightning Burn; They Will Hasten Me Home Again.