The deeps have music soft and low
When winds awake the airy spry
It lures me, lures me on to go
And see the land where corals lie

By mount and mead, by lawn and rill
When night is deep, and moon is high
That music seeks and finds me still
And tells me where the corals lie

Yes, press my eyelids close, 'tis well
But far the rapid fancies fly
The rolling worlds of wave and shell
And all the lands where corals lie

Thy lips are like a sunset glow
Thy smile is like a morning sky
Yet leave me, leave me, let me go
And see the land where corals lie