They sat by the fireside, his fair daughters three
They talked of their father who sailed on the sea
'Oh when he comes back we will all love him so
He never again to the salt sea shall go.
No, never no.'

I'll give him this vest all of satin so fine
And I'll be his carver when he sits to dine
I'll climb on his knee, place a kiss on his brow
He never again to the salt sea shall go.
No, never no.'

O did you not hear it the sisters declared
There's surely a spirit that talks in the air
And whether we speak either loudly or low
It answers in voices all mournful and slow.
No, never no.

It is but the tempest that rages so strong
The gale will itself speed our father along
Go look at the vane and see how the winds blow
He'll bring us gay things for he promised us so.
No, never no.

Prepare ye fair maidens, prepare ye to weep
Your father lies cold in the dark rolling deep
Look not at the vane nor ask how the winds blow
His ghost in the storm whispers mournful and slow
No, never no.

Copyright: CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, Capitol CMG Publishing
Writer(s): KIERRA SHEARD