Moonfleet Beach is a terror of the sea
And most deadly when a southwestern gale
Wakes the anger of the wave from its own easy sleep
And I'm the only man who's made it out alive to tell the tale

I was an orphan boy of fifteen years old
When Elsevier took me to his home
I still wonder if he knew
As he kept me from the cold
That later saving my life
He would forfeit his own

When the people of Moonfleet are safe in their beds
They hear the sounds of a struggle against the sea
While the rhythm of the wave pounds steady in their heads
They thank god they're not fighting for their lives
On Moonfleet Beach

Elsevier was like a good father to me
We got closer and closer each day
But soon times got hard
And we had nothing for our bread and meat
So we left our home, condemned the Roman and find ourselves a way

With nowhere else to turn we joined with a contraband
And listened on the deck with the crew
To the captain as he said
"We'll need every last man to do their best
Now raise the sails, we have a dangerous job to do"
We had a smooth trip there
Unloaded and left the pier
But Elsevier lay heavy on the rail
He said:
"Son look yonder there!
Our doom is surely near
Can't ya feel it, hear it, blow a strong southwestern gale?"

We were blown to the dreaded beach
A rope of straw within our reach
From the people that had gathered from the town
Elsevier grabbed it in his hand
And started making for the land
But he looked and saw that I was almost drowned
He left the rope to rescue me
They pulled me out of the dreadful sea
I looked for Elsevier but he couldn't be found

When the storms blow hard
I lie awake at night
And think about the one father I've known
He saved my soul by giving up his life
Just like Him who died to give us our eternal hope

When the people of Moonfleet are safe in their beds
They hear the sounds of a struggle against the sea
While the rhythm of the wave pounds steady in their heads
They thank god they're not fighting for their lives
On Moonfleet Beach