In the western isles of the haunted sea,
Mermaids come and mermaids flee.
In the western isles,
Far in the murmuring sea,
You haunt me still -
I shall not flee.
I catch my breath -
Singing briskly of my death.
You let me go -
You let my pulse withhold its flow.
A final thought,
A fleeting rise and fall -
Brings me to you, and that is all.
In the western isles of the haunted sea,
Mermaids come and mermaids flee.
In the western isles,
Far in the murmuring sea,
You haunt me still -
I shall not flee.