The Waiten Sea

We’d pledged our love and sealed our fate

beneath the Banyan tree

and promised there to meet again

down by the Waiten Sea

 

Our hearts were young – our love was strong

Heaven filled the skies

I felt it in her soul that day

and saw it in her eyes

 

Now back from war this tattered soul

to greet my Sarah Lee

so filled with love and longing

beneath the Banyan tree

 

Not cross the fields of clover
do I see her coming here

Not carried on the summer breeze

that drew our hearts so near

 

Where is my love who promised then

when youth was ours to be

long before this war and age

gave such a look to me

 

What’s happened to my dearest love

where is my Sarah Lee -

whose promise is a promise gone

down by the Waiten Sea

 

Long past the beating of my heart

forever at my post

through August moon and winter’s start

to be the Banyan’s ghost.