The brilliant red lens, perched upon the hill
Casts a beacon of light most bright and grand
A guiding star for sailors, lost in their night
The red lens stands, a symbol of the land

The crashing waves, the salty air, the gulls that call
The lighthouse stands tall, a masoned wall
A reminder of days gone by, when all was still
The red lens stands, a beacon of will

A symbol of hope, and a sign of luck
The red lens will guide tired ships back home
The lighthouse stands, a reminder, of life’s hard luck
The red lens still burning, long after I’m gone