In the quiet of the evening,
when shadows start to play,
I find myself still searching
for the love that slipped away.

Oh, my love, where have you gone?
Just like my keys, misplaced so long,
I search for you in every room,
In every corner, through the gloom.

My glasses lost, my heart now blind,
In memories, I try to find,
Your gentle touch, your warm embrace,
But you're a ghost, an empty space.

Oh, my darling, I keep losing,
All the things that once felt right,
My heart is aching, ever choosing,
To seek you in the darkest night.

The days are long, the nights so cold,
Without your hand for me to hold,
I call your name, a whispered plea,
But silence is my company.

I see your smile in photographs,
I hear your voice in echoes past,
But like my keys, you’ve slipped away,
In dreams, you’re here, but cannot stay.

I've lost my way, I can't pretend,
That I don't need you, my dear friend,
In every moment, thought, and breath,
I'm searching for the love I left.

So I'll keep searching, through the years,
For all I've lost, through all my tears,
A love that echoes through my song,
Forever missing, since you’ve gone.

A love that echoes through my song,
Forever missing, since you’ve gone.

To all you ladies now at land,
We men at sea do write,
But first I hope you'll understand
How hard 'tis to indite:
The muses now and Neptune too
We must implore to write to you.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

For though the muses should be kind
And fill our empty brain,
Yet when rough Neptune calls the wind
To rouse the azure main,
Our paper, ink, and pen, and we
Roll up and down our ships at sea.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

Then, if we write not by each post,
Think not we are unkind,
Nor yet conclude that we are lost
By Dutch or else by wind;
Our tears we'll send a speedier way:
The tide shall bring them twice a day.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

With wonder and amaze the king
Will vow his seas grow bold,
Because the tides more waters bring
Than they were wont of old;
But you must tell him that our cares
Send floods of grief to Whitehall Stairs.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

To pass the tedious hours away,
We throw the merry main,
Or else at serious ombre play;
But why should we in vain
Each other's ruin thus pursue?
We were undone when we left you.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

If foggy Opdam did but know
Our sad and dismal story,
The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe,
And leave the port of Goree;
For what resistance can they find
From men that left their hearts behind?
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

Let wind and weather do their worst,
Be you to us but kind;
Let Frenchmen vapor, Dutchmen curse,
No sorrow shall we find:
'Tis then no matter how things go,
Nor who's our friend, nor who's our foe.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

In justice, you cannot refuse
To think of our distress,
Since we in hope of honor lose
Our certain happiness;
All our designs are but to prove
Ourselves more worthy of your love.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

Alas! our fears tempestuous grow
And cast our hopes away,
While you, unmindful of our woe,
Sit careless at a play:
And now permit some happier man
To kiss your busk and wag your fan.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

When any mournful tune you hear,
That dies in every note
As if it sighed for each man's care
For being so remote,
Think then how oft our love we made
To you while all those tunes were played.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.

And now we have told our love,
And also all our fears,
We hope our declarations move
Some pity for our tears;
Let's hear of no inconstancy —
We have too much of that at sea.
With a fa, la, la, la, la.