There's a voice I've just heard calling, calling as before,
And it's calling Neptune's daughter back to the sea once more,
Back to the sea once more, right back to the sea once more,
And it's calling Neptune's daughter back to the sea once more.
It's borne on the winds and breezes, and sounds in the sea birds' cry,
For when Neptune calls his daughter, no daughter can deny;
No daughter can deny, no daughter can deny,
For when Neptune calls his daughter, no daughter can deny.
Since I was a young girl, before I was full-grown
I'd have traded dolls and dresses for a boat to call my own;
For a boat to call my own, a boat to call my own;
I'd have traded dolls and dresses, for a boat to call my own.
Now my own boat's waiting, to sail where the wind's inclined,
And it's Neptune's daughter who must go, while you must stay behind;
While you must stay behind, you must stay behind,
And it's Neptune's daughter who must go, while you must stay behind.
It's well you should remember, it's well you should realize,
I was always Neptune's daughter before I was your bride;
Before I was your bride, before I was your bride,
I was always Neptune's daughter, before I was your bride.
Sometimes when the twilight's fading, in tune with the night wind's play,
Will you think of Neptune's daughter on the ocean far away?
On the ocean far away, on the ocean far away,
Will you think of Neptune's daughter on the ocean far away?
Instrumental
On the ocean far away, on the ocean far away,
Will you think of Neptune's daughter, on the ocean far away?
(Words and music by Bob Watson, © 2003 ROM Watson, used with permission.
Slightly adapted by Charlie Ipcar, 2006.)
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Carol Davis
York, Maine |