The Lighthouse

When night has fallen from the sky
I light the dark with loving eye.
I stand above the angry sea,
above the gulls that circle me.

I stand above the angry sea,
yet sailors cannot fathom me;
ignoring my rotating light.
I shine on them from lonely heights.

Ignoring my rotating light,
they drown themselves beneath the night,
but still I long to set them free;
if they can fix their eyes on me.

I stand above the angry sea,
a thousand miles from Kilmore quay,
and though the world just passes by,
I light the night with loving eye.