A mother was pressing
Her babe to her breast
And saying while soothing

His sorrow to rest
Sleep gently my darling,
Sleep soundly my boy

For thou art my treasure,
My rapture and joy
The trumpet is howling

Again and again
Thy father is sailing
A-far on the main

May Heav'n be his shield
On the deep heaving sea
And bring him in safely

To thee and to me
The lightning was vivid,
The thunder was loud

The mother was praying,
And sobbing aloud
Amid the wild moaning

Of nature in strife
The captain sprang forward,
And flew to his wife

He kiss'd the fond mother,
He kiss'd his dear boy
And gazed on them kindly,

Exclaiming with joy
"I've made a good fortune,
And never will roam

Again from my wife,
My sweet child, and my home"