Is it not the voice
Of Lorelei I hear
On this water path,
That travels through
The towns of Europe
Were Napoleon once passed.
Is it a sirens song
I hear travelling slowly
Through a stormy sky,
As the Maighdean Mhara
Scream at dawn, appearing
Only at high tide.
For, on this lonesome journey
Guided by the light
Of the midnight stars
I am waiting for
A water nymph to
Seduce my broken heart.