A crimson sky gives way to night::While young men pace back and forth::The moon is rising to their delight::And a dark deep tide swallows the shore ::::The gentle moon starts her ascent::And sailors dance in the wondrous light::A young man starts his familiar descent::The ships will stay and forget their fight::A life at sea can be great fun::But also a fight for your life::But all can rest, the day is done::Till’ mornings familiar strife