She stood near the end of the wharf,
whilst she waited for his ship to come in
Two days off a year,
and some very cold nights
she had waited,
in patience,
for him

Then in it came in all its metallic glory,
the men on board looked sick,
and their injures were gory

Some short, some dark, some stout,
but none belonged to her,
And then she thought of something
she pondered once before

Had the war taken him?
Had he perished on the sea?
Would he ever get to meet his
darling daughter Ebony?

Then suddenly a warm hand
touched her on the shoulder,
she turned around and it was him,
yet some how he looked older

They kissed and then,
he held her tight
as the bubbly sea foamed.

And then he held her
at the waist,
and gently took her home