It was a Breton village, That lay by the sea, She was a fishermaiden, Mariner stout was he; Farewell, true heart, For we must part, The wind calling down the sea. But for me thou'lt pray In the chapel gray Navitas Salva Domine. |
It was a night of terror, Wild was the sea, He in the storm is drifting, Watching in prayer is she, Sweet heart! Sweet heart! And must we part? No boat can live in such a sea, But still she cries With streaming eyes, Navitas Salva Domine. |
Bright was the Breton village, bright was the sea; She was a fishermaiden, Mariner stout was he. 'Twas Heav'n above that sav'd me, love! And brought me back from storm to thee; In the chapel gray we'll kneel and pray, Gloria Tibi Domine. |