The deeps have music soft and low

When winds awake the airy spry

It lures me, lures me on to go

And see the land where corals lie

The land, the land where corals lie

By mount and mead, by lawn 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 far the rapid fancies fly

The rolling worlds of wave and shell

And all the lands 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