Sea Pictures, Op. 37: No. 4, Where Corals Lie

The deeps have music soft and low
When winds awake the air is spry
It lures me, lures me on to go
And see the land where corals lie
The land where corals lie
By mount and mead, by loam and rill
When night is deep and moon is high
That music seeks and finds me still
And tells me where the corals lie
And tells me where the corals lie
Yes, press my eyelids close, 'tis well
Yes, press my eyelids close, 'tis well
But further rapid fancies fly
To rolling words of wave and shell
And all the land where corals lie
Thy lips are like a sunset glow
Thy smile is like a morning sky
Yet leave me, leave me, let me go
And see the land where corals lie
The land, the land where corals lie