On northern shores on blackest nights
In ages long since past
There were sentinels watching, with their lights
Waiting, warning standing fast

Many sailors gave their lives
In their folly not to heed
There were widows made from loving wives
Charts of shoals they did not read

I’m here, I’ve warned you. Turn back to sea
I’ve shone my light I’m here
It’s cold, it’s dark, it’s death or me
Off this course you now must veer.

For Centuries I have stood here true
faithful strong and seasoned
For this I now receive my due
An empty cold museum.

Don’t turn out the lights…