The Black Dress

Twas here where they first danced together

She sits wearing the dress she wore on that night

An orange candle burns bright in her lantern

Glowing to seaward a wee hopeful beacon of light

Twas here that he once held and kissed her

Here he pledged his love eternal and much more

That night her dress was love-stained forever

For she gave more than her heart on that shore

Twas here that he told her that he’d soon return

Then they’d trade in her black dress for one white

Tis that dream that she clung to with love’s hope

Why she still waits on that shore with her light

Now some say her sailor must have perished

His body to rest eternal in the cold Atlantic sea

Others say he was just playing her heartstrings

Perhaps twas only a young girl’s sweet memory

Aye, but her heart could love nary another

But the sailor she prayed would return

So each night she waits in her black dress

And her wee orange candle will forever burn…