The Lighthouse

The lighthouse stands atop the hill, A warning for all sailors, That here be shallow waters, Reefs and widow makers. She stands there in all weather, To shine her beacon bright. Through wind and rain and dark of night, She's there to shine her light. Some say the lighthouse came to be, Because of an old story, About a sailor coming home, Braving some storm's fury. His ship went down somewhere 'round here. the sailor lost his life, And now whenever there's a storm, You'll see the sailor's wife, Standing high atop the hill, A lantern in her hand, And if you look along the shore, sometimes you'll see a man. He comes out of the water, To climb the windswept hill, Where she stands with lantern light, Waiting for him still.