Poor, lone, Emma.
Old, faded and wrinkled.
Bright eyed beauty once was she,
When the bloom was on the tree.
Emma's at her window, gazing at the shore,
Longing for her lover, swaying back and fore.
Beautiful, loved, Emma.
Young, vibrant and fair.
Roy, ships carpenter, softly woos,
Handsome, young and clever.
Her willing heart and hand he sued,
For they shall marry in the Spring,
After sailing his Cape Horn dues.
They walk past her window, kissing on the shore,
Breezes blow her bonnet, swaying back and fore.
Through rising turbulent seas,
Roy's small schooner valiantly sails.
Against a building black storm,
And it's persistent gales and wails.
Below decks not a word is whispered.
The only movement a clock pendulum,
Drawing every eye, swaying back and fore.
Roy's longing for his Emma, on that remote distant shore,
The cruel storm clutching his ship, swaying back and fore.
Emma's at the harbour.
Woeful, wretched and worn.
Whispering hoarsely to one and all,
About her true love sworn.
Has anyone seen my beloved Roy,
Please, please, tell me, is there any news.
All replies are sorrowful,
For poor, pitiful Emma, none ever do refuse.
For thirty and a dozen years,
Emma's asked around.
For thirty and a dozen years,
Longing he will be found.
Emma's at her window, gazing at the shore,
Longing for her lover, swaying back and fore.
Two hundred seasons come and go.
This time for Emma so mockingly slow.
Two hundred seasons come and go.
This time for Emma with nothing to show.
Poor, lone, Emma.
Forever, faithful and hopeful.
Her eyes lifeless as dolls.
Her cruel tormented longing mercifully ended.
Emma's at her window, now blind to the shore,
She longed for her lover, swaying back no more.
Beautiful, loved, Emma,
Young, vibrant and fair.
At last embracing her beloved Roy.
She's crying uncontrollably,
Her tears so quickly flow,
He whispers to her softly,
The only tears allowed in Heaven,
Are those of endless joy.
Now never to be parted, kissing each other for evermore,
Two young lovers eternally loving, swaying back and fore.
